UNSHACKLED

UNSHACKLED

unshackled
but no

free
spirit

did poetry ever
dribble off
more leathery
tongue?

not
    as would
honey

but rye whiskey
filtered through
        tobacco

and yet despite
all of this

       he spoke for us

gave us
        his precious, personal
cracked
corrective mirror

YES CHARLES

Ah, yes Charles,
I remember in this
tide of failure
you hard on my case
pressurizing me
not to do it
not to do it

and yes I appreciate
the terror of failure
of thin reward
quite incommesurate
with the absolute labour

Oh this entropy of the cosmos
brutal vagaries of the market

wish I had the power to
go supernova at the drop
of a
hat
.
but hold back
until they come crying for
needing
absolute victims of
the insanity of pure demand

the purity of supply keeping
them in thrall of their maestro.