Poetry

Teary and All Starry Eyed

Apologetic and wept upon.

Should that be the way to stir things up.

Well within the jarred column

Jabbed in the middle of the arch;

Hey, and wow,

Little known compromise,

But it’s now a structure with incongruent edges.

Was once one with more favorable geometry:

It was a circle (much better than a square)...

Now it’s a heaping pile of bricks and skeletons

(The myopic means to intelligence) -

With daddy on top

And an insatiable explanation for the havoc.