Chalk it up.
Not enough thought for talk.
Another gem for my splendid collection.
One more round of platitudes
for my life at that table over there-
we can drink those empty calories
until we are simple enough
to sing pointless songs
and smile without a reason.
It’s hard enough to find one mantra to live by.
One championed cause to tout
standards high and dizzy like sun-fumes,
banners bright and burning like polluted lakes.
In the temple of my sins
I throw
these pretty stones at cut-glass windows
hurl curses at my captors,
I ignore the open door.
