what's wrong with things

What’s Wrong with Things

The imposed
structure
of music.


The missed
cue &
the waving
baton.


Confusion
pawned off
as freedom.


All the
votes that
never get
counted all
the things
that never
get voted on.


Quiz shows
talent scouts
& rehearsals.


The invention
of history.


Premature suicides
& the
notes they leave.


The forensic
lab & the
litmus test.


The false gods.


The
alphabetical
order.


Fame &
fortune.


The roll
call &
the thinning
ranks.


The chamber
pot &
the chambermaid
who empties it.


The misty-eyed
robot,
human at last.


The urge
to explain
yourself when
you’ve got
no explanations.


Aspiration & hope.


Those sleepless
nights when
truth rubs
up against you,
coarse & uncaring.


Nothing’s right
but the children,
& they
vanish like smoke.

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