has finally come;
last chance to grab an arm
and dance
to the last song
before the DJ
hauls the milk crates
back to his van.
Standing silently
off to one side
and feeling
self-conscious is
no longer a plan.
*
Every gesture has been inverted;
all forms of inertia
are now being called-out
as bullshit
or subversive
or complicit
or performative.
Turns out, collusion,
not creation
has invented this world;
even the Prime Mover
has been caught
on that space telescope camera
with his hands in his pockets
and designs
on some girl.
*
And to think—
all humanity
once
spoke the same language
and
was punished
for its insolence.