Askew, in disorder, misaligned, misdirected;
wires of imagination shorted, disconnected.
Square pegs in slightly rounded holes.
Unbelievers, wild herb like, spreading,
ship of likelihood having lost its heading,
on the cold sea pitches and rolls.
Sincerity, handcuffed to reality’s layers,
honesty made impotent by too few players,
respect too easily misplaced.
Grip of reason on slippery railings
displays a list of various failings,
whose origins cannot easily be traced.
What once was clever, now is mundane,
while once respectable now is profane;
no matter how presented.
With nowhere logic, too hesitant grace
is when we first see Lucifer’s smiling face
confusion is invented.