That Which Has Not Changed
By Lewton Thomas Jones
On our 2020 pandemic viral reboot
A year moved like flagella in a butcher’s sink
days incubated into 2021
June one we convened the backyard
gazing @ my douglas fir
lifted vertical in sight sense and sound
on a pillow gazing frenetic heat
don’t need to book shows from half wits
anymore
time has evened the score
I am adrift- fueled by memories of -what if
the wind did not change it’s surreal touch
we are still vexed by digital logarithms
limbs, leaves flit to sol’s silage rapture
We will not join the matrix !
nor deny what comes next~
the only thing you can count on is change -they say
taxes death and trouble did not go away
the world must not have changed
the taggers made it worse for this homeless palindrome age
the world is still- cold…. motherfuckers on parade.