for I.A
You lost your back to laughter,
Empowered the crowd with your fall,
Had you made nothing of it all,
They would have passed dense as clouds,
That find their way again.
But you carried the blame like a turtle,
Making shelter of your guilt,
Assez this, Assez that
Obsessed with that lizard in your hat.
Lay out your palms and sigh
Speak only of what weighs on your mind,
Without pauses pre-designed.
There is algae in the water, of the statue
Where you stand,
Some argue it is negligence,
Others claim that it was planned,
It matters not the route , the doubts
You followed then,
How is your today?
Still walk around anxious, a purse heavy with rope
Just incase you drown or slip somewhere
Like in your horoscope?
I know you’ve let some people down,
You lived with that affliction,
Reaching for pendants across your chest,
Believing others know what’s best,
Where is your tongue vacationing?
Your eyelids thumbed shut; a garage door,
Your ambitions filthy ragged , a mess of a mop
That has fought hard against a stubborn floor.
Your spirit passes through chimes, your bones
I visit too, listening for cries
A cricket, a violin , a siren, at most
Yet always in disguise.
