Given To The Way Of The Pilgrim’s Progress

Long after the impetus of youth has left us like fingers juggling a hot potato
Like the Ace and King of Spades landing in a winning flop
The guess of retirement takes it’s leave

A skepticism
Removed from all involvement
As  many of your friends have left the scene
By way of that unsociable act of final acts

We forgive to slowly
Yet we are to willing to come to blows
We promote comic trust in the capitalist ideal
With a government of mind that finds everything equal by division

Consumer…

Named…

Fated…

A resolution
To stride to
Guided along the pages of words that look like the snapped off hands of an action figure doll
Or a love letter hanging off the note of a battle trumpet
Warped against the social occasion called war
The freak of all man’s doings

The status quo needs a fixing
…and quickly
Compelled by memory
By fantasy given to material misdemeanor

A run away myth that outlives
A life filled with capacity unfulfilled
A mist filled with menace
A fog filled with poetry

It should be…

Uncensored
Incomparable
Relentless
Unforgiving…

Compassionate
Gorgeous
Frivolous
Real…

Sure we have all thought of it…
(and what have we thought of it is our own business)

What we do about it is public property

A cruel and gradual illiteracy of spirit
A pivotal concurrence
Whose spell is written by a heinous crime
And innocence lost

Unfulfilled promises
The guiltless ones…

The juggling hands of proprietry
Are now filled with inscrutable defiance
Busting with acceptance
And poised upon one word.

Prophet…

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