Thespian Tsunami

i guess when it came down to it
i began to absorb drenching despondency
from the stage of affairs
and the affairs on the stage
on a tree branch, onlooking the moden Globe
i saw gobs of goons
going through scenes of
superficial surfeit
monsoons, floods filling extant
same shapes of silly, shakeable stupidity
trying to come up nostrils
penetrate to bone
beat ear drums
and i wanted to tweet out beauraucratic, political
mindless, foolish ludicrasies that got goons
bubbly and boppy
and
stop, sit down, understand
deep velvet reasons for vaudeville
about real, hard
maroon, gold lined feelings
and the starry eye shine emanation
that once harkened hope like lunar language light
spoken and surrounding deep darkness
levitating it, blowing cool air into it
lightly floating, spoken
traveling and tumaulting
trajedies, monotonies, comedies
into meaningful movement
steps with intentional direction
purpose, passion, belief
and vision
we are what we become, we delve deeper
to become who we are...
and the
who, how, why, where, when
one cultivate such art
and ah! yes this art...
word art
expression
lengua liberation,
gumption and revelation
to pull back the curtain
of a creaking wood floor stage,
villians, jillians and vixens of vaudeville
playing some part, filling mythological archetypal roles
like they were fluid filling glasses
society got drunk on and laughed
and then
the spectators laughed in amusement
at the
lines forgotten and kisses faked
in this everybody, nobody nation
on this superficial stage, hurricanes
of ridiculuness rage
tsunamis of thespians, actors, players
reject, refuse, resign from
real hard thinking, dedication to discovery
and
an audience an act swept away
a goon generation
drinking and drunk and winding the crank
to make everyone crunk
assuage aggravation, mutilate motivation
ease pain thru pills and cans causing alleviation
and inevitable
repression, expression decends as
he, she resists feeling the real reeling being
of
deep maroon depth and daily discovery
of
failure to tend golden lined hope,
of human identification recovery
deep and shining ecstatic eyes
emanating and not washing away
in the deluge display

and from this branch
after the insanities avalanche
all
i could do was whisper:
wake up, wake up
do you see this society casting roles
for fools and fool spectators
and
blink thinking
i am
amongst the
birds in the trees that see this thespian tsunami