May have just stumbled across something.
Pondered for years how I could write
a best-selling self-help book.
***
Plump Albino peacocks vie for the Presidency,
create an element of dread.
Drugs become mandatory in all sports
except auto racing and horseshoes.
Reality shows begin to seem real.
But that’s all just so much spectacle.
There’s a soundtrack that plays anthems
when you come into a room and
laughter when you tell a joke.
the lights automatically dim
when the moment is right
and your doctor has said it’s okay.
Johnny Mathis is stage left
singing Chances Are
and the colored girls go
doop-be-doop-be-doop.
There’s candles and fresh cut flowers
the scene of your life smells
like lavender breeze as puffed
by migratory virgins here
just for the season.
***
Thinking this may be the final act.