I’ve seen you,
dancing in your tropical heatwave
in your search for albino smiles and licorice whips
you say they don’t mean anything to you
but I see the way you shrug them,
and still find something to love beyond your apathy
for although there is much that we dismiss
in our epic game of attention
there are still those frolicking popsicle sticks and water skiing platypi
that touch us in ways we don’t quite understand
and these harbingers of connection to what we cannot comprehend
as they contribute to the mold that makes us
in our kaleidoscopic landscape of chasms and giggles
where each of us plays out our role
in this farcical satire of nothingness
enduring the ramshackle developments
Of sequined contusions and coddled abominations
we are each left to find our way
through effervescent fields of get rich quick schemes and repurposed sugar
Drawing the definition of value from those with no inner wealth
shackled to the slavery of our forefathers
still suckling at the teat of our mother
as she lies raped and bleeding
And those parasol prospects that you once envisioned
that you thought would carry your soul away
and place it somewhere out of reach
of the spreading plague of bedazzled ant farms
intent on covering their obsessions with sparkles
to replace the crumbs that were left from their crumbling
when the camel finally broke its back on the needle in the ant farm
when the world came crashing down
I would have liked to have missed what never was
but I didn’t care for it all that much anyway
and the isness that currently is
still offers butterflies made of concrete and plenty of peppercorn sweetness
as we all try to find our way through the darkness that blinds us
to our own blazing indifference
which may very well be the greatest gift we have received
from the galactic council of remediations
that our indifference will blaze so that our differences can be made
Because whatever you think is coming
down this railroad track turned to bike trail
on its way to overthrow the interstate
you better believe that it’s coming with a whistle
that will remind you of your favorite movie
and the scene that made you swallow
after you scratched your head with your hot buttered fingers
and it finally dawned on you
and before you could even switch to potato chips
you understood why
we were coming down those tracks
and just how many whispering, dog-eared moments
would be coming right behind us.
