The world
is both
topsy and turvy;
spinning in every direction
at once.
We cannot tell
if we are
clock- or counterclock-
wise,
but it sure feels
like all the clock
has been spun
dry
and all the wise
has been abandoned
and all we are left with
is loose change
on the counter.
Yes,
change is loose
and
there may not be
enough cope
left in our mechanisms.
The shock
has bid farewell to
the awe.
The doctors
may have the final spin
in the worldwide
wheel of forsakenness.
Inevitable
the sad repeating refrain
of our dull haiku.
