“The Passion of the Joker”
The morning’s clear despair presents no challenge
to rabbits eating orchid after orchid.
It is holiday in Bedlam;
ev'ry thought begets its future comrade.
Black expiry: not knowing is a cadence
from which to view the distant growing tumult.
I wander with the grilse.
I carry no bodkin.
Today my ailment eases here, or almost,
sitting in line at a sunny backed-up Chevron.
Vampires don the alb
albeit fanged with comfort.
Don’t come to me with questions of the wounded.
"SOME PRAYED TO MOTHRA FOR GOOD FORTUNE."
"With reasonable men, I will reason; with humane men I will plead; but to tyrants I will give no quarter, nor waste arguments where they will certainly be lost."
--William Lloyd Garrison via @sharonk.bsky.social
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