Bastille

Smell the scent of another letter in the mailbox

The calendar marks use-by stamps

Staleness creeps in the notion that it is Bastille Day already

The revolution is a loose contingent loafing in a lobby

Lethargic and clumsy with wizened stocks and bunk ammunition

Humming dispassionate battle hymns and folk anthems

Crucifixes coiled on nightstands aside snooze alarm clocks

Beeping past the benders of tequila and rye whiskey

Troops glaring at mirrors of vomit in rented bathroom toilets

Pondering old mortgages and medical procedures

Life chains like a worm’s body segmented to truncate

A partitioned survival

The less desirable wriggling in a boxing ring off-target

Without the aid of eyesight knowing the inevitable thump

Of every Goliath becomes the food of the lubricus terrestris

Annelida wrap thy leaching bands absorbing the arrogant absolutes

As gapping maws of the behemoths fade to bony sludge

Dust and placid lakes of goo dehydrating in the loneliness

Of juggled victories appearing airborne to the spotlights of history

For writers to laud and splashing comically into garden puddles

The debaucheries valor of a soldier’s barrel electing this loveliness over another

To cease or to reprieve and the obligation is an ecumenical besotted indulgence

Leaving men rotten with synthetic honor until rainbow ribbons

Guide defined benefit retirements and suck-down suicides under interstate overpasses

Uggh, hag, grrack, blugguck, raahagh, errrrh!

ZZZZzzzzz, No! Rahaghh!