the quiet of inconsequence

what's the point when

the drivel comes

across for the fourth time

in a morning

and the fifth minor

key gives you half

the money you thought

you had coming and

what's the point when

a partial eclipse of wonder

at any mere movement

brings in the frost

brings forth the guessings

and nothing leaves the

constricting premises and

what's the point when

perplexity and peacable

join with nothing

left for the supper

but the frozen the

unsatisfied and unendurable

trying against reason to

limit the return of favor

and the bellicose response

in the wicked

cry giving up quiet

gesture and we are the sport

of drum the quiet of

inconsequence the

gesture of inestimable


                                              --Jefferson Hansen