banal Fools
© 1997
what did they expect? to find in me
a pot full of fond recollection
overflowing with guilt
insurmountable freedom
stratosphere; above the clouds
taking over the government of a small,
dead
starved
country
oh how? do they think
how? do they act so
banalities! those commonplace linguists
thieves
business houses
number shuffling accountants
credit card companies
what! is mine, anymore
dig, social anthropologists, dig!
dig, man
cool, man
i hate you
you owe me
dig psychological archaeologists, dig!
dig your way all the way to china
(the hole undermines itself)
beach sand is warm
obsessed with geology
theres nothing in there
i know! i have been there
i know! the holy mother resides there
i know! the fire burns low
the box
the package
the whole god-damned! kit and caboodle
everything
a pot of gold
but black gold, snoozing on the quiescent waters
of a misty lagoon
laughter echoes again! as the trapdoor falls shut
what did you not find?
what did you not see?
what you expected?
Please go home now
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