Complicated phrases and difficult rhymes,
collected and forced into a memoir.
Assisted suicide of dying ideas,
till any instant now the truth won’t overcome
those invisible trip wires across understanding,
or hope washing away in the gutters of ambition.
Difficult phrases and complicated rhymes;
Some plagiarized or barely adjusted
allow outright theft of vernacular and catchphrases.
Sorry congregations of often unrelated arguments,
investigating glass onions and artificial enthusiasm
sired by unrealistic admiration of some tainted jesus.
End of a beginning of sorts for enlightenment,
dashed on the sarsens at the bottom of failure.
Inspired by only intermittent sunlight,
attacked by hurricanes of disappointment,
fired in the poor flames of exact recollection,
with only ashes to elucidate where you have been.
Returning on the trackless trolley from nowhere,
off in the distance the horizon waivers.
Nothing is certain, not what you thought.
Reassessment is not suggested, it is mandatory.
Complicated decisions in difficult times,
made without an interval to ponder or reason.