JUST ADD WATER

I the poet?

from nowhere

or everywhere

the Source

pleasing everyone

offending none?

impossible!

in any case

my muse, they say

is a bruiser

yes, just yesterday came

Capitalism ~

(a sandbox for psychopaths)

corporations and castles

dreamt by lawyers and accountants

playing to a bottom line

disappearing under rising seas

flooded by public opinion

a psychic atavisim

floats the sandbox

here comes the moon

and the tide

felt by all

even plants

meteorologists measure the ebb

sociologists the trend

gravity

even bends light

in the quantum loop

entanglement leaps

water

does not flow uphill

but the ordinary arrow of time

is fleeting

and fleas

extraordinary

extrasensory

entertaining, ridiculous, unproven, outlandish phenomena

are playing in the sand

I know

in my undemocratic way

which is neither solicited nor statistical

there is no arrow

the illusion is local, and

like Clovis arrowheads

useful

then gone

in a psychic jolt like lightning

that certainly strikes a few

who are shaken

and feel the drift of falling leaves

which dance and settle

in time

which of course

has become laughable

there is no accounting for this

no bottom line

no doubt

the muse is gruff

just this desiccated speech

declassified to save space

and keep for the long journey

maybe ending too soon