After The Ball

After all the jokes and laughter,

the drunken indiscretions,

the awards and celebrations,

they retreat to safe spaces and

leave the mess for the cleaning crew.

On to the next foreplay!

Next foreshadowing!

The next cycle of the so called life!

Work and achievement!

Accumulating wealth over a pile of dead bodies!

Survival of the fittest!

The best looking with gleaming teeth!

The best cars fashions mansions!

It’s the way of the world!

No one’s made it that much better!

Even living longer is not a blessing!

Maybe we’ll figure it out if we get 

to the moon or Mars!

Why does the Homosap always want

to look somewhere else?

“Is dis an Evolution?”

Western mind stunted by rational thought.

All the yogis starving in their caves.

A New Golden Age!

That’s a good one!

When was the last one?!

Was there ever even one?!

Hope and fear make us queer!

Buzz Lightyear, please save us from ourselves!

Post Script:

Anyway, it’s a good day…

Beautiful weather, not in pain…

People passing don’t bother me…

Lord knows, if there is One,

I won’t save the world…

I’m not even sure I should have tried…

some people get it…some always do…

I can’t be sure I’m talking to them…

I’m just keening at a campfire,

sounds and feelings,

looking at the stars.