Here comes the disconnect
the disappearing act
the exodus from high society.
Don’t adjust your tv set
your Faustian pact
your own shortcomings & fallacies.
Here comes the rollercoaster drop
the stop after the start
the slow fadeout after the credits.
You may hear a slight pop
an upset in the apple cart
a desire to pay penance.
There goes the wild times
the salad days
the wicked ways.
A slight wind through the chimes
a fickle phase
another manic maze.
That’s it for the dilettante
the pompous fonts
& posturing taunts.
This is it for the slow reveal
the words that heal
the Catherine Wheel
the peal
of thunder
mere moments before
the
bolt.