Is only admirable
When clad in see through attire
When ultimate “truths”
Are imparted
From the tongue
Of a practiced liar
Manufactured insights
Are mere futility rites
Ways of counting out
Fractions of fun
Of drowning in oceans
Of proffered notions
Each one claiming
To be
“New under the Sun”
Such as
The gravity of a situation
Is liable to bring you down
From
The equipoise of existence
That adorns creation’s crown
After
The polarity
Of reaching a zenith
Between
These two points
Your life jumps
So
It’s little wonder
That
From time to time
You are left
Feeling
Up
In the dumps
.
Harry Lupino
Picture Nick Victor
.