I have not written in months
Because the world has become a joke
When the world fails
Poetry fails
All great art fails
Becoming only a knee jerk reaction
To some ironic sorrow
As the sky now remains an undecided yellow
Not winter nor yet spring
Just keeping you guessing
A ubiquitous distraction
And so it is best to fall back and
Pause within a moment
To recall and retain an old anger
Or sadness or what
Little humour there is left inside you
And to bottle them
Cork them tightly and wait
Fall back to old routine
War films
Coffee
Wasting days and nights with nothing
Wasting your life as you lie over and over
That there is so much life to spare
Refrain from meaningful human engagement
Yes and no and thank you
Now and then and
Only enough to ensure you are
Not looked upon to be a fool or insane
Eventually the masses will settle
Real life becoming sunflower soon after
Poking its bright yellow head from cracks in cement
Then you may start up once again
To reflect and inform and express real life
On the page or on the canvas or in dusty black
Vinyl grooves
But you must wait
Relax
Drink bad liquor
Watch bad tv
Sing
Take long baths
But do not write or paint
Or even think about any of them
Out there
Until the rest of the world is ready
to catch up.