Doldrums’ Parade

Maybe I don’t have it today; the energy is lost

Off distracted pitiful in doldrums of indolence

For a butterfly to pass by or a caterpillar to transmogrify into a beautiful monster

To distort what one had to what one pursued

The language the wind flips traumatic

Despite the banal consequence of bland malignant apathy

Fended off at the gates by lower and lower versions of no

The pipes decay after so many years of water flowing

The chemical tolerance is understandable

That given a year everything ends

Even those found in equilibrium of hunger

Who knows the time we have to finish the meal;

Behind the requiems and valedictories there is nudity on parade

The acid in my gut is swirling, cackling like a miscreant of Wall Street

Betting on undoing at the felicity of profit

That one must descend for another to ascend and this man in traffic

Is routinely run over pondering the benefits of green or red

Black or gray, yes or no, either or, neither nor, love or fear

Awash in inquiries and puzzle piece panoplies

To disguise a not so sheepish boy huddled in the brackish moor

Drudging and succumbed at times such as these

To peer inward and breathe concentrating on the in and out

Wanting a reprieve, pretending the self existed beyond the refraction of a collection

Prick the finger and watch the crimson collect like an ocean unto itself

Peering back kingdoms and dynasties as if we were its creator staring down

Rather than a vessel to swash solace and regret like oars rowing

Not towards a destination but with the flow of time

Because that is the only path we could observe the parade

However mournful, however eaten by the throng