WE CAN CALL IT WISDOM

 

Two can play the compression game
but why rein it in
as if as if
you alone knew
best mit kell.

Indulgence on the other hand
is a sin
no time left to spare
it’s running out
siphoned off by catastrophy.

Will it stop completely
giant rusty gears grinding to a halt?
we made the clocks after all
time is ours to kill
and history marches off a cliff

In spite despite
(O precious planet you’re dying)
the universe is something else
it has no problem with time
as we lunge and parry

Splintering
crumbling
in voiceless compression –
so back to time and words
style and method.

Hook the mind like a flapping fish
swallowing whole
some shard of truth
as viscous waters surround
enraged engorged

Your way or mine?
parse in anticipation
or say it all –
risking soliloquy with God
and anyone else who cares.

We can call it wisdom.

 

– Budapest. (11.6.18).