Myths of Madness
There, out of my mind
rising aloft upon a rooftop
flying horses of fables.
Lying stories below in stables
needing revising
(no tortoise or hare racing anywhere)
are these editions of mystifying myths
long-time dying
in the midst of
ages of wisdom
defying logic and science by
scrying crystals and
prizing alchemy while denying
the Earth and Sun rotation
that belies their ancient myths.
Ran out of my mind
chasing a steeple, a cross, and the way
craven images
like uncovered idols sculpted
misbehaving in positions of power
are enslaving others
yet, their own conduct is
debasing and grotesque.
But now, they are paving
their way to prisons
while erasing olden fears of dishonor
waiving the blame
and putting it waving
on the front pages destroying
the daily myths.
Cut out from my mind
disturbed in a house of too many Gables
in a suit from too many Taylors
in a desert without any Wells
at a party without a Garland
and a tender peck with no Ginger
for an academy Dean driven out West
on a Grant of land in need of a Gardner
in a Temple in need of a Chaplin
where stars have lost it all
Munroe/Davis/Loren/Bacall.
Now, A.I. has changed
the way they make all
their modern moving myths.