it’s pressing, I will admit, yes
and it was needed yesterday
however, it can wait,
if you’re short on time
a kiss and formal gesture to bless,
to take all the pain away,
to set everything straight,
and smooth out the rhyme
no one is used to getting
all that they want,
and most certainly not
in this economy
tea leaves, crystals, and bloodletting
a beg and a ruthless taunt
the emperor’s still got
his priests and astronomy
but you and I, the commoner type,
left only with crumbs and the crumble
of entropy and its effect on us
if we wait for it to sort itself out
or loudly, we may boldly gripe
with a roar, or at least a rumble
and let them feel our fuss
and threaten to do more than pout
and then, that which we release,
it falls from memory, and at last,
we clear the debris, and the way
and walk into the here and now
with a little squeeze and some grease,
we can break free and hold fast
and hear everything we have to say,
about the where, the when, and how
©2024 Kevin Trent Boswell
Kevin Trent Boswell 