Entropy is contagious
Our bohdisattva is missing
No one answers our calls
Stoned prophets seek comfort
Doing it alone
Wisdom teeth are pulled from asses
Whose boilerplates are a pox
Secular mumblers blown
Worshipping at a paper throne
Their selves daily moan
The pull of riches snares
Our best and brightest
lured like patsies into searching
Theirs is a fate chasing the
Lure of hungry ghosts unknown
Who can comfort a soul distorted
Hungrily eloping from the elements
That assist the generously inclined
To resist the deadliest dependence
Leaving their humanity to moan
Like a coyote at the moon
Stuck in fear howling at adversaries
Whose addiction is grander,
Riches lost to fate like O'Keeffe's skull and bone
Copyright 2016 by Peter Reum-All Rights Reserved
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