The sun’s up,
frugal and snide. The
problem play commences.
The décor betrays a
Scumbling design war
Took place, as they say, Here. A fable’s progress Is endless. True problems Are unanswered, or else They were only ever some- What illegible declaratives. [Looks up. The sun overlooking.] A sad air intercepts randy Waters. In you go! Swim. Burning off the fat inhibits bruising. One way or another, it’s going to hurt. We are lovers, we have at it, we Dramatize the weak joint In the body politic.
The docents here, like
Bad operands In doleful
bales of Didactics, “Speak.” Don’t believe A word of it, I think to myself, What an Untoward rant, Walking families past Pacing guards Little squads of stalled Regards. For your delusory whetting, In your catastrophic memoir, A tonsilitis of consolation, Anecdotes for karaokists. I had to look and strain to hear, At the tall blank wall, and then to Read the placard there, “deaccessioned”!
