Pontificatorily (stage 1)
"Pontificatorily (stage 1)"
how do you say
how doesn’t one forget
i’m not wearing any clothes today,
it wouldn’t matter if you were.
so goes another month of tuesdays gone
so goes another sigh exhaled—
how do you blink your eyes
how do you close your mouth
if i had a right to speak my thoughts
i’d be a richer man
so what if fingers grinded to the bone?
so what if all good separatists die?
i don’t see you exasperating any old conventions—
the pious man once told the queen,
“this is God’s land; you can’t defecate here”
so the queen walked pensively many miles
to find the nearest toilet
how do you care less through the day
how have you not taken better care to keep yourself
from growing old?
i don’t know what i’m even doing here
i’m just doing what i’ve been told.