Remember When
I can’t remember a time when the sun did not shine,
nor can I remember a time when everything rhymed.
Does the moon affect the earth, or is it reversed, like
fleas making a dog itch. Or is it just their thirst, or is
it just their hunger to survive that makes a dog itch?
What about the man who’s need is to poison the plant
so he can travel faster than his father as if a horse is not
enough. Or is it because his life is so extremely short?
I can’t remember a time when babies did not cry aloud,
nor can I remember a time when clowns did not weep
behind artificial faces painted with un-natural skin hues
as if they knew what lurked in the minds of politicians;
as if they knew that escaping rhyme is the same as stepping
out of time in a coming out parade in the month of May.
Or perhaps in the hotter months of June, July or August.
I can’t remember a time when I was sane, and my words
made sense to the birds and bees that knew me before
I grew up and took my place in sin. Oh my crimes against
the entity that combines and animates all things in the
universe giving all a purposes to subsist. Not to be crushed
under the weight of inequality like a pip that can’t turn over
a dime or any other form of profit for the short lived reprieved
criminals wearing self righteous clothes like the big bad wolf.
© Rooster Roo
