Careful with knowledge. The coddle
of one stray fact can act as a gateway
to park play flooding; speakeasy raid.
Tongues dripping inhumane acid use
self-righteous certitude to abuse
independence with questions
fashioned for ensnaring the naive
plucking and chewing a leaf
in innocence. Where did the old joy
so hastily zoom to?
We know why. No cause
could pulsate clearer. Pity the sloths.
How perverted became their names.
Oh of neon and of roulette
ball bounces and worldly clatter and glass
diamond brays he is grossly ignorant.
Life is about or is best when about
paddling in idleness across
the green lake serenity;
cross into mellow eve when the frogs
commence lily pad play. Sorry dear
dragonfly your dance of glitter, glint,
had to endure the robotic call
for closure and please pass along
the sentiment to slumbering butterfly
cousins: light this hour dims
shall blaze anew come sunrise