But if the prose can’t catch up
it’s all up to the verse
which will inspire
in Biblical proportions
like a flood
or tornado
removing homes from Kansas
to a prison called Oz
and that’s just the early shot
in rise of disillusionment
at the absolute failure
to live up to the legend
that I created and scripted
in my very own mind.
Indeed, I become my albatross
as I wallow in past poetics
of a long bygone century
that still resonates with unnerving beauty
and it would be something to behold
but maybe not from their perspective
It might not have been so bleak
but for life as a government clerk
and feeling rather useless
Idiocy in a nutshell
in this existential satori
which sheds old light on a new subject
seems like I hold less choice
than even I reckoned before
7/5/2000