#1070 - in flagrante

 

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in flagrante

 

so much pretending this world is

the glass and a half, milk, honey

 

not a day goes past

but the joke of karma

 

this is how it must be

 

everything undying

all the over-egged

 

the soul but there’s nonesuch

 

names of all things stuck on

forever and ever

let’s ‘amen’ to that

 

there’s blamelessness and

the victimhood of those who speak

 

we’re doing our best in this best of all possible

 

and love – the wishful resolutions

war for past

the trust among spent creatures

 

masks!

 

new worlds and air to breathe

 

one is caught red handed

lawn will mow itself

 

here’s luck

by which hope of the bottom of the bottle

triumphs over nature and fate

 

in that house where the road ran golden

caught sun either side

 

I write for the ones to come to read

that is, in just my opinion

 

all we can do and can’t be helped

 

all that joie de moi bunged on

and of course the antediluvian notion

everything will be okay