A POEM

EGGPLANT WEST

Tortured cylinder, rid of turmoil
Dainty magnified oligarchy is sealed from the harm of reflection
Bowtie flowchart provides the incidental information “dinner is eight”
And new grudges start at nine near the walk-in refrigerator and standing in the screened in porch

Participle for do good denied like a shot at the basket
Big wingspan slaps down the decider of affluence
No one gets their due reward, everyone goes on living with new instruction – stop thinking about the end of all of this

Stop and start golden macabre frenzy of presentation in these last days
These days of knowledge acquired for what is lost but too massive for regret
The pieces that flake off and fall produce only generic sadness, a feeling not targeted at any one specific thing
Like expired milk thick and pungent in the decades old refrigerator

Bad seated collective – No members are in the place they want to be
No members feel like working together
No members have any sense of future goals
Being near to others provides a small measure of comfort in these last days

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