You muttered indiscriminate rhetoric
on a cold and obdurate night
Infinite inquiries went unanswered into your
spotless mind with an occasional
regurgitation of an uncertainty. The
ultimate Kanye Shrug. To err is human,
and to blame something else
exhibits damn good management skills.
So authority was relinquished,
subservience was inevitable
and therefor rendered any utterance
of atonement preposterous
and highly improbable.
So where to now?
Off to the Cape of Eidetic,
where many inconsolables retreat
and mull over remote instances of lives no more.
Forever sending postcards
scrawled with "do you remember"s on the back of pictures
featuring the ruins of Pompeii
Itching for a glimmer of some familiarity
like the bite from a mosquito.
I've been bit, and I swear that shit stings
worst than the bees that you're allergic to
I'm tired of being on this trip,
and I want to go home but I know
the objective has yet to be completed.
To err is human, this I know
but it's gonna take a while
before I can get to the "divine"
part.
