Well known in the village
And generally disliked
He walked around the outside
Of the foreboding walls
Lined with overconfident creatures
Their conversation bubbles drifted up and
Popped just before they
Touched the stratosphere of ear
Almost good enough foresight by
Thursdays sun rays and all
Intellectual standards
Boasting and or meaning to write
Down whatever was happening
However failing in the drought
Because the ink was drying up
And the universe was running out
Of paper but not trees so much
Lowering the incipient changes
To a minimum of two inches
Or three before they debunked the
Naysayers who delighted in the
Limbo of twists poles and roller trolls
Celebrations of Dionysus
Carried about the night until the morning
Perhaps even offering up their
Baby carriages to the seeds of
All the Grape Gods later
Perhaps post learning that
He had disappeared and
Walked around the celebration though
They missed him tremendously
They somehow forgot he wasn’t
There of course the axis remained in
Full swing and the whole earth
Rejoiced in the face of a new time
For the era that was to be
Would soon make stairs for
All of us to climb
© GÄ
Poétique 