Tuesday, May 17, 2016

SECOND RIDDLE OF THE SPHINX

How—
do such
desperately

impulsive
and full-
blooded?

teeming receptacles
of hedonism—
keep

showing up?
sheathed
in such

pale
skinny
syn-

thetic-
smelling skins—
which gesture

in such
idle
and indolent

thrusts—
toward some
idea of

sober-as-ice-
water
responsibility?

I mean—
how
come

every morning—
there's
appreciably more

condoms
than
cars

in this over-
night
parking lot?