timely inordination by Jefferson Hansen

timely inordination

                               for larry

didn’t die in the demanding drivel

and you wanted a wanton story

to whistle and wiffle its way across

commons and countries and it did

and didn’t matter beyond mortgages

and meridians and measures gone a little

haywire because stories morph and miss

so often like the one about the chicken crossing…

why wet the whistle when a few good crumbs

will do, why tell the stumped story and

stupendous lies when we live amid the ludicrous

gone simpering and sadly awry

            a reckoning awaits any contrary counter

            a reckoning awaits the self-appointed master

            of the revels going down this week

reckoning comes not from God or karma

but pretense trips out in timely inordination

the way ridiculous demands wither of their own weight

the way wiseacre come-ons are as real as unicorns

real, yes, but also made up, like toxic salads and

bottomless bowls like gangrene implanted as

an ornament like the simple face going all sincere

to tell nothing but what isn’t and wasn’t

we could lie as often as every three seconds and

no one would notice given the right rhetoric

we could rip and tear down before the very eyes

of the inquisitors who would not notice unless wanting to

desire formulates and fashions so often the voice

the vocalizations, the squeaks and squeals

the way we torque talk into a weapon for a goal

even we could not specify

for we are the possessed the prigged

the pregnant with impossibility spewing forth

whatever does our “duty” in the stupidity

of a momentary inopportunity

we are the desiring and destracting who

destroy anything we care to rip orchestrating

just this little slip that turns to a bevy

of misjudgment and misalignment

because we are so often a mess and mess up

and so often do so intentionally and so often

don’t care beyond the momentary thrill

of knowing we did it: we are the possessed