Truth is spray painted on a brick wall
it is scheduled to be demolished tomorrow
wilted sunflowers rise from its rubble

Systems come
they also go
broken hearts
do much the same.

But we're not machines
although sometimes it seems
that we are.

The weekend tends to
and sometimes does not

I'm very much like that.

There are complex chains and they go to pains to let us know but simplicity is the key.

I have complexes but that is not the same as a complex chain unless one of my complexes is about a complex chain and then it is,
could be that complexity is the key.

oh
duplicity?

Sunday
and the day falls slow from the pulpit where the preacher shows us the way to go
take heed
we need the touch of madness and the light of lunacy to set us free from the mundane
and quite nicely we're back to the complex chain.

My work here is done.