Entropy is contagious
Our bohdisattva is missing
No one answers our calls
Stoned prophets seek comfort
Doing it alone
Wisdom teeth are pulled from asses
Whose boilerplates are a pox
Secular mumblers blown
Worshipping at a paper throne
Their selves daily moan
Our best and brightest
Lured like patsies into searching
Theirs is a fate chasing
The lure of hungry ghosts unknown
Who can comfort a soul distorted
Hungrily fleeing from the elements
That assist the generously inclined
Like a coyote under the moon
Stuck in fear howling at adversaries
Whose addiction is grander...
Their riches lost to fate like O'Keeffe's
Skull and bone
Copyright 2016 by Peter Reum-all rights reserved
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