I shall never be happy
barrelling through doors
which bar my way
as they open into new vistas,
knocking down the innocents
who happen to be
pausing idly
on the other side
never realizing they are
my impediments
If only I were less impetuous, less impertinent.
If only I were patient enough to knock.
Would they say, "Come in"?
Would they open the door
and lead me in by the hand?
Would the air smell as sweet
if I were more discreet?
Western Civ: 21st Century
i gag on the effluvium of the ephemeral
the internecine Internet antiseptic dissipates
it cannot unstain the miscellany
incongruity rules the seas
ripples of sanity try to intercede
try to breed the algae of coherence
everything but pain and shame
of its collective Brain