as in, January 2026.

Bad Karma

~

We've spent our grace on
indefensible excuses, the days
an embarrassing catalogue
filled to capacity with
the  deliberate misunderstanding
of our ego's crass pledge
to endure.  the soul pivots
to  mundane conformity, terrified
by every invitation of solace,
nor with insight
nor made proud from association,
only the puddles and piles of
stereotypical faces, voices damp
with lazy habits, hearts rehearsing
the lies of some alternate past.
disfigured tongues, tongues like snakes
wandered and immigrated from a world
collapsed in a virtually gentle evaporation.
these days old clowns graft
the suspicion of their dead lives
over the ceremonial badges the shy
and nobly disenchanted
have affixed upon their tragic, soiled
uniforms. See the eyes of the clown
count the letters of his name, pray
for meaning in their volume, no lesson
of bitterness in a vault of bitterness,
dreaded fate, obvious from the outset--
whose hand & education were provided little,
equivalent, then Greater, to the investment
that might have inferred a new math. 




****

daylight

~

to stand in this uniquely
lonely city on this uniquely
lonely planet in the clouds
of nowhere, all there is...
listening to cars drive thru
slush, water, ice in the
winter street, the
incoherent obliviousness
of inexcusable, inexhaust-
ible failure, where
serenity
might
coil down into the
shadows of my
marrow, as infant 
birds blink
and sometimes
an airplane in the 
sky. 




**** 


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