
truth is often
numerous things
seem to warrant apologies
at a gateway to narnia
in passing
you met me
in the margins
we whispered
words
raised spines
a third quarter
your platform was flimsy
still i cheshire'd back
--
now that extended stay is over
do not pass go the bank is broke
we are the 99 per cent
by monetary terms only
everyone else has already fled
into high fantasy sanctuary
i gave you what you thought was the key
received what i thought was the end of me
i insisted you stay so i left instead
out to the left coast
you couldn't cross the border
the key doesn't work you screamed
across states
the insular mountains
cascade range
calapooya
--
darling, i know
i know but you didn't
but i'm less wise now than i was before
harder
better
faster
stronger
technologic
enabled
i've seen more now
i'm more apathetic
i'm less apolitical
still i wrote you this poem
--
the other one i wrote years ago
and/or non-committally so
with my head underwater i screamed
up through
lake shasta
columbia
the fraser river
it's not paradise here either
do not pass go the bank is broke
we are the 99 per cent
by monetary terms only
truth is often numerous things
your platform was flimsy
in passing
stay bold