I thank — …
“Not fooled yet by an iffy animatronic
glare.”
I thank— …
“Ill-deceived as curios bake
lazily worded forms.”
I reasoned —…
“Convince me to be a bettor,
as under: true human art.”
I philosophized —
“Pessimism of the dialect,
your script drove them here.”
I settled —
“Last one licked the peaceful,
quantum taser of communion.”
I didn’t settle —
“Everywhere an anger,
for each one a brunt.”
I listened —
“Gratitude is not for nothing,
even as Golgotha earns.”
I laughed —
“The kibitzing will continue,
continuity precedes what’s discrete.”