The First of the Final Words - (Pariah To Us All)

 
Comes a time....
(Times a come)
when blind
          lead the deaf
                  lead the mute,
&   back  to blind.

Too blue, as blues will be,
to stir
        the cat into
                       action.
    Too blue
to serve
            the dog
                   his kibbles & such,
and the writing of it all goes wretchedly awry,
from days thought so wise, & ending rapt
                      in dum-dummery.

The equations never seem to pan out, &
my'o'my, what a wonderful country we are.
All it does is like it goes, double to nothing,
   to fine or coarse,
                                and there has been no
                            intimate, nor palpable love
                   on our ersatz Love Boat,
          for longer   (all is absence/  none to lean on, ever it seems )
than ever eye could have imagined back
                  when such visions spun us into
           no place of trepidation
that love would fall so absently untouchable
             as to have no choice but to
                  make death of it in advance
of anything they may have told you.

It's getting quite late, and there's nothing here
              to be of comfort anymore.


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