The fragments of the sumptuous**
thirty-plus
have been dispersed about me
These shards, not merely placed
here accidentally, rather having found
their way through
the hands of one who would have
them for a night
then repudiate them.
That’s how it would seem
to the hordes of eyes
who’s business goes unattended
for that sole reason.
Now it is my duty to live
with a title others who
bear the plague of
an unburdened
dangling protuberance
as a prerogative of the captivatingly covetable.
Through those very eyes
they exert themselves to live
vicariously through
your eyes.
How foolish are the feeble minded.
to so easily set out
on a self cataclysmic odyssey.
When viewed from the eyes of
the sumptuous thirty-plus
the perspective have been
effectively skewed.
The acclaim you were once
engrossed in has altered.
Transmutation has taken effect.
Soon the communal cogitation of the multitudes
will subsume
the feeble minded
Thus creating only one
possibly point of terminus:
solitary confinement.