When there was
nothing left to lose
Losers rioted for
out of vogue
Scarcity stood in
short supply
The news remained
reoccurring
In its hourly
dailies and weeklies’
Circulatory newness
Once in a while there were some
Dissenting
conformists correct
In their protest
against carrying on
And yet we walk
with our hand baskets
Full of the world
through the Supermarket
Past Eleusis and
right down to Hades
Where sulfur stinks
the most
And the fields of
forever
Make mortal boredom
merely
Incontinent
6/1/2014
In the air over
England
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