He’ll Agree with the Dead Thinkers of Time
An internal balancing act,
squirrels poised on power lines.
I hear quotes of logic without thought, discipline.
A knowledge pack-rat reflects on the state of
St. Aquinas’s toilet.
Unanswered questions take their toll when
no one knows what the hell is being talked about.
Haunting words float like volcanic ash from
recorded accounts of people talking in their sleep.
Shared views are needed to believe in,
a bandage applied to a mental war.
The Year of the Rat scores the Roman calendar,
a raccoon’s yearning for things that shine
forces claws to remove kitten eyes