I’m unmoored
But don’t want to ask the Doc
why I feel I’m subsiding
shallow I’ve become at
deep thinking,
I reckon
More damn conjecture,
I beckon,
As I dare gesture to cue
quietus
Which has the ring
of of a designer pharmaceutical
You know, a voguish drug
that prompts some commercial
song and dance
Give the drummer some
I guess it’s a tone poem…sure it is…called Swagger