Same Old

                                                                    sometimes even the golden chain                                                                     the Word that wisdom wrote                                                                     is not enough to stem the tide                                                                     that makes the sunset rote                                                                     again, again, again, again                                                                     each day is like before,                                                                     so you have to make what matters not                                                                     and take what doesn't cure                                                                     you want to die but health keeps on,                                                                     you do because you can't,                                                                     you try to speak with a certain wit                                                                     without falling into Kant                                                                     but the wind blows smoke rings between rasps                                                                     on your porch through the pyramid chime,                                                                     while the nilus coils like an angry asp                                                                     at your jew who seeks the sine                                                                     no wisdom here your greek laments                                                                     its torture to go on,                                                                     your two dissolves and separates                                                                     into just one and one                                                                     you're where you were yet one more time                                                                     but it won't be the last,                                                                     your curtain falls just where it raised                                                                     like your future into past.