Hope's Aftermath

Reproving darkness is the onerous

Work of taking the title and

Confirming the menu choice

Merely staring at the light

Doesn’t fight my docile demons,

Puzzles order for a deep voice

Fetching the annexed cortex

To a spinal cord of sagacious

Pamphlets.

News channels, sensationalism,

Too much terror in the homes

Of our online designs:

I am not helping

So I think of consulting

The menu again, ask for

A solitary and salacious salary

Alone in the revolver of my bed.

And shoot stars from the mattress

I’ve let my indolence melt into

Gregarious illusions

I have saved up for when sleep

Isn’t enough of a scandal.