Ken W. Simpson- A Poem

Complicity, Duplicity

Crowded clouds in a grubby sky

when yesterday died

mourned

by lonely ladies and manicured men

melancholy as cellos

soulfully hoping

with artificial equanimity

for the bliss of salvation.

Revelations and expectations

contradict predictions

resentfully expressed

that echo disrespect

incredulity and disbelief

and sink ignominiously

into the ubiquity

of disintegrating dreams.

Offensive is the concept

of imagined equality

when lucidity descends

into anonymity

antipathetic and decadent

and exploitation

contemptuously thrives

at meetings with monsters.