It is time now

I am only with myself

no more talking, no words

to say  what is is or isn't

just a slightly higher moment

to confirm whatever I think

over costly drinks we discussed what is was(n't)

but now I am alone with these thoughts

no confirmation, no glory of assertion

merely speculation remains

now I sit here, and write

as if to tell you something you could not hear yourself

everybody under the thumb of another

that's how it is as we sit here

under the fancy world indoctrination of the conflicted fat man

you can judge *** at a glance

in the all-too-human world

shared brides, cultural matter-of-fact

they fold in on themselves and swing to Wednesday and Saturday nights

the dominant pattern is an item in the diet of thoughts

for as long as we have ritualized; who knows how long?

our theater; a mathematical dance of light, sound and spectacle

a pun reeling from it's own absurdity

endless laughter pours out of every theater

together we cannot help but be

a retreat from the brink