Again your delusion bicycles through the old neighborhood
blabbing to those curbing dogs
some costumed as silent film stars on holiday.
Tying up loose ends was never your forte.
Loose ends?
Come clean and you'll advance to the next level.
Why so serious? asked the Joker.
I have many to-dos on my plate, so there!
And then?
Look, help me out here. I mean help me out of here.
There are several noncommittals choking your version.
Some reluctant to return overdue library books.
I find that appalling.
Chill, already!
In no time chores will begin piling up on the loading dock
and you'll be spending all your spare moments rehearsing,
cheered on by those in absentia
whom you enjoy texting at all hours
thinking yourself a cinematographer of the inner orphan.
But Garbo insisted she said I want to be "let" alone, yes?
Picking nits.
Regardless, turn the page and begin coloring your world
of ifs, ands, and buts.
A world of objects with shadows, smudged and faded.
But, sadly, that's the way it is.
Really? Check the pub date of your coloring book.
Things have changed.
For better or worse?
Dunno.
Peel back the label to widen the imaginary surplus
and in no time you'll be on your merry-go-round way.
Give or take a few understudies
who are chomping at the bit to begin rehab.
