I.Player's characters
Actors and professional saboteurs all
Ed Abbey's borrowed (or stolen) monkey wrenches
and a handful of broken glass thrown
What is your contribution to the sum?
We fill the cracks like caulk of
Desperation Arrogance and Feigned Indifference
Like a chorus performing for the deaf
Judges of absolute power and authority
What do you do to fuel our sun?
II.
Tourist towns are
Full of morning regret
Shameful long walks back
to temporary domiciles belonging to others
Gatherings of "friends"
Destroying last nerves as "strangers"
Sand/snow in every orifice
New interpretations of old ideals
Cheap drink and fat food
Cars towed and knees skinned
Fear of aging while actively dying
And reflections aplenty in human mirrors
III.
Still not completely off the radars yet
Or under any of the hurdles
Tight rope walking clichés of razor's edges of paradoxes
with dreams of fame or at least
Acceptance by highly-regarded peers
Our fortunes are earned in the
Wreckage Sewage and Heartbreak
of self and society
The end game so known & obvious & expected
To make G-d laugh
Tell G-d of your "plan"
So where am I now?
After such a long and painful
Payment of "dues"
After mountains climbed yet unconquered
In the same goddamn place
IV.
Bye Mr. Pinky
You have died as a symbol
New end is fresh start
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