#entropically

bouquets of tourniquets
have gone berserk
squeezing the breath out
of the shadows still roaming across
a badly painted copy of the earth

sickly announcements pour out
on the black ice
the swimmers have all drown
ice skaters renounce their joyous
parade
tonight with a frown

there’s nothing outside except
a dim shade,
of what was
and the tunnel,
oh the tunnel, endless and grim
at the end of it just a light
house
closed, like life itself
to the public

but denmark is fine, it’s just dandy,
the king might agree
what’s rotten today,
tomorrow and always
resides somewhere inside you
inside me

a joke, a charade
some rules of someone else’s game
the music of salt on a plain
pastures flooded by creeks

sounds of a purposelessness
anchored strongly
in a croqueted and dusty abyss
blast full of complete and total
adoration
for the verb of life,
currently conjugated in all forms
except the present

such a dream
such a gift