Hieronymo’s Mad Again

unleashed like the chaos of Yeat’s gyre,
there is no place on earth undented

by the actions of this time, predicated
and predicted for thousands of years

like the end of a Hardy  Boys movie.

and all the visions in the media res media
are beacons of hypnotic gesture, flapdoodle
lace emplacements hoping to distract the
razor sharp, bloodyreality forthcoming and
preeminent, like the Mayor of Tokyo melting in

front of you at a news conference, like the
Wicked Witch of the West, but, ‘til the end,
saying that “Everything is OK!” 
(Must have got that from the USA) .