FUN
no body, no head
and yet those lips
(stiff upper) cannot
seem to stop talking
and then
when it comes
to sense and coherence
I remain
totally mystified,
perhaps it would be better,
simply best,
to unforgivingly accept
that we are walk-on players
in one of monsieur beckett’s
absurd existential
fantasies
stripped down to the bone,
even beyond, to
what subsists
in the marrow
narrow, austere yet
the absolute apogee
of fun house
philosophical fun
