Will there be a fanfare

Will there be a fanfare

Whistles and balloons

A marching jazz band

Playing Colonel Bogey

On kazoos as a drum majorette

In epaulettes and peaked cap

Twirls a baton

What makes her throw it higher

Than her capability

How does the glitter stay

On her face

With so much effort expended

In maintaining a smile

Sweat is a dew drop

On her nose

Random memories

Bubble up from the pit

Of my existence

Somewhere deep

In the Solar Plexus

A system

Around which

All of one’s feelings seem

To rotate

I fear they will run counter

To my desires

And make me dizzy

With the irregularity

Of their elliptical orbit

Why do odd things

Carry weight

When so much ruin

Has been accumulated

Without recourse

To a rerun

Over subscription is rarely blessed

With a return policy

Once meted unequal lots

Are sealed

What will be revealed

When truth is uncovered

As a charlatan

Random events direct

Our path if we tread blindly

Fate is a prison

We need to escape

It is a design flaw

The proposition of chaos

Bound in a theory

Is an irony

When will I know when enough

Is truly enough