Living in Irony
sometimes we live in conspiracy
and in theory
our agility has no dexterity
the legacy lives on transparently
but sometimes
we rewind
find time
somehow align
confine and become alright
we prosper and become an author
whisper to a sweet monster
we wander and run into an oscar
life becomes hotter and hotter
we ponder
listen for a concert
find an imposter
and live for disaster
but that’s when we listen for laughter
to write a new chapter
but usually that only happens
when we gather for the rapture