The paradigm of life
Tells us to achieve and
To own and
One thing we’re
Supposed to own
Is people — wives,
Husbands, nieces and
Florists but
Ennui and
The erratic
Flow like the Cedar Rapids
And
Nothing
Will
Smile at you
Like the one-eyed, crooked
Paraplegic lobster
On the hot,
Sweltering sidewalk who
Can only smile,
And do nothing else