In the ego mirror where the human
appears colossus from every angle,
the background reflects with honesty:
No conscience for what props
when the exaggeration trooper
living in a glasshouse stomps the wild.
The blown up twin dances
in a greenhouse where rocks
enter via a door and not a window.
Manners carry for the monstrous,
unsoiled, and innocent hands.
Meanwhile developers crowd out
for living room furniture
and bedroom sets, as the rooted uproots
and routed paws squeeze and blur
against photo frames.
Self-regarded into a god but lost
among mountains, oceans, and stars
the misrepresented hedonist
in circus tent shirt and two sacks for pants
discovers among the dying.
When magic drains from ritual,
the past disappears, so for loyalist
time repeats in habit.
Props and utensils lay about,
never touched again.
Performing CPR on a moment
long in the calendar trash pile,
the secret nostalgia coaxer
dances with blowup youth
in an inflated earlier environment.
Memory energizes for the senses
to bring the furniture to life.
The gone in the now
limps into tomorrow,
available for litany in a day,
parody in a week.
The novel threatens
until the sentimental liver
encroaches on OCD territory
that triggers the repeater
holstered in the brainstem.
A funeral procession concession
loosens up behavior dug
into favorite words and deeds
to provide a coffin lid
where stars once took on wishes.
The sun and moon
sweep away the check marks
and the possibilities
littered by a Homo sapiens.
The thin-skinned evolved monkey
defines where Sirius sniffs
the dog-eared chew-toy stuck in an o-zone.Stereo speakers repulse
should blunt instruments blow back hair.
A wrinkled forehead torches eyes
that saw no evil in a match up.
Early during the nerve-ending exposure
when calluses harnessed desire
for everything outside personal human flesh,
bulldozers and steamrollers ruled:
Peace on Earth as in the heavens.
Now, the lusty victim in a tux
on a special occasion balances
for mother and snow-capped mountains:
The giant slalom with two poles.
Late again to understand
how pulsating radio waves
and cosmic rays that crest and crash
across the universe, the ignoramus
believes in supernovas
when dark matter bloodies noses.
Neuron stars collapse into black holes
that suck at galaxy nipples on the Milky Way,
cosmic light deluges with remnant
radiation any banana lover in a tin can
romancing adventure as though
Orion tracked tender-footed lexicon loonies.