Exegesis Sneeze

the exegesis are unread-able
the dreams seem unwake-able
the schemes seem unwork-able
but then again there's the view of the valley

hearts are fickle
emotions leave ripples
the economy in a pickle
only way to get thru it is to make like the wind in the barley

and though my fool's reactions have been brandished
and though my thoughts have been fitted with an ankle bracelet
and though my tool box needs to replenished
I'm through with innuendos full of threats
I'm through with things to be wished
I'm out in the rain and already wet.

the gag orders have been issued
Constitutions have been torn apart like tissues and reglued
what goes into the ears has been worked on by professionals and comes out the other end professionally misconstrued
Heading down the highway i catch a glimpse of the sun.

The analysts who seem endless get to what's been preordained using grade 9 algebra
anointing their points with abracadabra
convinced their word wizardry can remove the stripes from zebras
Though i feel a chill there's the start of a feeling of getting unspun.

focused on the maze
dropping off the nights and dug into the days
risking it all for a few rays
moving against the tide of what gets shuffled and what gets shunned.

the airport taser patrol is just a teaser
the real action happens after the crowning of the powerpoint Caesar
at which time they have on call the guys who pick up the pieces with tweezers
The anxiety in my temples must weigh a ton.

roaming in the privatized securitized commons
exspecting to be asked for or issued a ticket and come before a judge who's no Solomon
permanently paranoid catching a glance of walls going up plastered with summons
feeling eternal bleeding and needing eternal healing.

arguments about which integers provide the best integument during the Terror
Proposals coming from spiders who drop down beside the horror,
packaged in a Kafka blur
What hearts and heads they have are innoculated so there's no sense in appealing.


Nature in the bosum of biology
But the bastardized emphasis is on recycled trivia looking for an analogy
and investigations full of faux apologies.
Days made out of rain and sunshine
Seasons made out of millions of colors
uncalculable in dollars
despite the market place crawlers
It feels like a migrane but thank Jesus it's not malign.


Chorophyll mysteries that even a fool can fit into
that paralyzes the taboos
that negates the snafus
that separates the diamonds from the rough stuff.

that winds down the temperature of misers
that whistles in the wind and there's none the wiser
Comes down to you, yourself and your advisors
to say when and what's enough and when to jump the bluff.