Eye peek 'round
the corner, but seems
I canno breathe any
How (ow)did it all come to
somesuch or other of this?
Life blowin'way faster than
Eye can see what it is......
What is it? What can it be
that suddenly thrust "my
generation" (talkin'bout my....)
into quaint febrile fragilation.
in the hall,
Wondering who's time is nigh.
While my own flame crackle'spits
them glowing embers en route
to a kind of cold down to th'bone.
. Notices glued to PostOffice walls
warning of familial calumny comin'.
Mamas & Pappas flipping they wigs,
resolute not to suck it all up again.
But whaddya gonna do
When street lights go
dark?. and no one can
grasp the "solution" to this
prick'ly ass problem? that
no one foresaw, when
time for foreseeing came to call.