today's poem - "gyrant"

gyrant

 

all the stars dimly retreat from galaxies of nostalgia

before dawn crops nuance from fine print

       in artist backdrops in line for final reproach

                     of sentences said in open emptiness

               and no one knew what would happen

   and no one even cared enough to think

sunsful of hybrid oxygen sparks clap                                                                                                       up inner glow ladders of climbing light

where climbing mystics tendril roadblocks

          full of cheer enduring a suavely cool ritual

                   they enfold in pure symbol coiled isms

                           where fowls upsweep to hiker birdcages                                                                                                                             fleeting nimrods autocorrect incorrectly                                                                                                                               restate the obvious to opaque scholars

  and no one named Marilyn, Marvin, Mick, or Mu                                                                                                                            chants chromatic incense cheers of adherence                                                                                                                             to false zealots cloistered in festering barns

 

                                             in time for the final tick tock

                              of the atomic clock winding down

               above the city’s aura vibrating

no one counts moments

                              and no one knows the difference                                                                                                                                                        nobody nowhere nothing