The broken egg on Humpty Dumpty’s
head and face taken as feeling
are we dreaming or embarassingly
waking up with the nails and needles of
the body politic fighting walking?
The twitches of the splinted patient
are taken less and less seriously by
the heavenly fates and gates than
the post-hoc and land-locked
wishes of the uncommitted
and dim-witted opportunists.
On the snoop for insider
information to swing a deal
like a poor man’s revolving door
like a wealthy debtor to the big bet
chips stacked up like skyscrapers
numbers rolling in the streets
under the whips of cowboys.
Remember how in school
you thought you knew something
and then by experimentation
by step-by-step and hands-on
pulling it apart you gradually
finally realize how delicately
the seasons of storm are woven into
the spring and summer of the mind?