Member-only story
poetry
All bets are off
The ground is now ploughed
All senses once heightened
Now dead — unawares
Intensity has fallen
The fields now lie fallow
Hidden in shadows
Conquest is revoked
All plots afore thickened
Stereotypes quickened
Now nuance is stricken
To fickle and fall
The hammer and sickle
The staid atmosphere
The mighty have fallen
In between beers
The sages and seers
The underground queers
The prophets of doom
Are up before noon
The rise and the fall
Cinderella’s last ball
The victims and vanquished
Have all but been banished
The cucumber sandwich
Now bland as free speech
The incumbent’s beseeched
Camelot has been breached
Head to the village
And clean up the grief
Revert to old mantras
As pure examples
Be true exemplars
For the brave and the bold
The village town fair
Gay times at Times Square
Beg differ and dare
But don’t get caught there
The loose laissez-faire
High on thin air
The rogues and the rebels
The lovers and haters
All comes to pass
For every sin cast
And everything gleaned
Where the tree falls in silence
Still, everyone screams
