Fables Of The Reconstruction

everyday we’re feeling gravity’s pull

and we’re navigating life via

maps and legends and driver

eight can’t take a break because

they and everyone else can try

to figure out life and how to live it,

and everybody from

Old Man Kinsey to Wendell Gee

can’t get there from here…

 

the rushes grow green every

season, but everybody remembers

Halley but no Kohoutek, and

you realize life runs faster than

the mouth on an auctioneer and

they rarely give good advices, just

run the cost up and up and up

until the next comet crosses the sky…

 

but we’ll be distracted by the lost cause

and we’ll be told fables of the reconstruction

until the mayo jar becomes an obsolete vessel…

 

and we’ll feel gravity’s pull until our

maps and legends become

obsolete themselves…

 

play on, jingle jangle, until driver eight

figures out life and how to live it