I WAS ALL RIGHT YESTERDAY
Layman of the Ladyland, sadeyed with prophets,
Predicting nothing worth looking forward to:
Law & Order society pojamas
Go to sleep at ten.
Backs break from soft beds &
Creepers twine up the spine.
Obliquely apprehending unfocused eyesight:
Notice how noisily the environment encroaches.
Fragments of knowledge, the probabilities
Of disaster & death & disappointed debutantes.
Next week or year or aeon
We'll be different.
Now is the time for all good men
To leave a space blank for the kids to draw in.
I have pimples.