Recent cataclysms
Embellishing their forgottenness
Paralyzing their deep-fisted dogmas
Seeking their sceptered thrones
And relinquishing their heavy fortunes
And developmental synapses
Forever distancing themselves
From the forgotten overloads
And the frequent obsolescence
By turning their retribution
Into artful mosaics
Of dormant habits
And sanguine philosophies

Encumbered remembrance
Reflecting stalwart goals
And fragrant vestiges
Of embattled details
Of synchronized archives
Winning sanctions
And sacraments
While bewildered preludes
Disembowel their fortitude
Bypassing all gratitude
Together with optimism
And significant allowances
Bending perceptions
And purpose
Within our dilemmas
Our rationale
Our distance
Our inseparable misfortunes
And understanding
All the while
The despicable fortress
Holds no boundaries
In its reassurance

Sound of a distant prop airplane
On a lazy Sunday morning
Not yet showered
Propped up on three pillows
Classical station, spiral notebook
Dusty sunbeams in the vent-dried air
Cool, moist wisp of oxygen
From the cracked window
Yesterday’s towel hanging on the bedroom door
My skin thirsting for the pink baby lotion
Yet wanting to keep my hands dry
So I don’t smudge the touch-screen

Exorbitant pollywogs
Following their periphery
Tampering frantically
With visual grappling
With patrimony
With sorrow and wisdom
With starlit passions
With foreboding
When all along you deflect
The religious connotation
By entering your habitat
With benign salvation

Perpetual reimbursements of designing pregnancy
Severing discounted orphans and auctions
Is never in time for the conflict of precision
Or the wake of momentum

Have you ever divulged your prescience
To the habitual bureaucrats
Who position their disputes
And their arsenals
For the betrayal of all who fear
And drink of the paradox?

Have you ever forsaken your great-god-grandfathers
For the momentary inspirations
Derived from shallow aspirations
Programmed by market forces
While the hidden forgotteness
Swallows it’s heartache
And buries all notions
Of fruition
And the underlying fabric
Of Existence?