Collage of Dementia
Ideas. Abstraction. Love. Cannon Fodder.
Punctuality is essential unless unwanted.
But never be early to a funeral, especially a cremation,
Unless of course cultural preferences demand it.
From Copenhagen to Sicily, L. A. to Moscow,
new dementation arises.
Red hot sticks, cold conversions,
Night deposits. Where will it end?
Star light, star bright explosions.
Buildings from the sky, fireworks in the heavens,
put shame to Aurora and Borealis.
A sickled moon, striped stars provoked to
Darkness of sub terrane
Middle earth again?
Maybe a hobbit or two.
The of still a joke? Or
Some English yoke?
Yet, Chaplain died and so did he
Who sought to make you the rulee.
But Darkness lives and always will, for
In the brightest of days,
Ye shall find the shadows.
Cloak and dagger with a new bit of juice
May not be seen, but might see you.
No trust, no time, not even in mime
For silence can be the worst
Accompany uncertainty, enter reality.
There is no meaning! Or is there?
Individual decisions. Meaning is only what one perceives,
Not only what was meant.
Hideaway to Heaven or Hell.
Who’s to say? Certainly not you!
Only decide – lay your life as you will
But don’t roll out of bed.
Don’t slide on minute marbles—
Or is it grains of silicone
From footprints in the sand?
Ancient Barbarians to skillful Assassins.
Yet men of weight are bountiful
In nature but how in society?
How will successors read, comprehend,
Will they understand?
Oxen are still alive.
**First published in WSCC Among These Hills Second Annual High School Anthology Spring 1990.