i am a massive fantasy,

the rude clock insists that Time is a thing
but i keep squandering my ducats
regardless. my apogee more below
than above… as i whistle past the graveyard-
with a raven on my tongue and star
on my mind.

then stupid people happen.

they blurt into my inertia with all their might
blathering on about how wonderful it would be
to be Fascist. But out loud.

and my life hurts where i’m living it
all the time.