Bugolgi Apparatus

Not This what is it  that preys upon us without naming us that leaves us spectators to our  own demolition as long as we don’t  speak of it we can’t describe it we can plead a certain  ignorance to whomever whatever  comes next

I’ve done my part in keeping up this charade when it was our turn I kept on the party face as the night went by  in a dylanesque parade I stayed true   to our agreement tried the conversation  and failed  looks suggested  something else in the air  now I gotta say  it’s getting late time to make a move or we’ll get sucked in  here comes our hostess dressed in the moment  grab your shoes  I'll get the pie dish in the distance lights are flashing  is it  fireworks or explosions gunshots or dance beats screams or orgasms 

his secret word he couldn’t keep his word it flew around like a bird promises, money, and friends were to him beating wings and I really liked this guy  but he wasn’t a child I couldn’t try  to convince him to act   with the decency he expected of me so I hope one day he will learn  but I really don’t have the time  to do more than write this poem as the world’s demands are endless