Good Weather Today




A crater
where the stage
should be.  A hole
for a poem.  Film stock gone
grainy, a meeting to plan
the exam that we will all
administer
in one week’s time.  It’s a fine
day to take a stroll &
once your toe
is in the acid
bath, there’s nowhere to go
but to pieces. Beware folks
who love parades or prefer
to defer to experts
who all have the same first name.
Do not make the world
too comfortable or else
they'll want to stay. 
The machines don't need us
for batteries because we're dim
bulbs though we burn 
for quite some time
if properly lit. 
As above, so below 
& it's stupid at the top
& lava at the bottom.


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