“I Could Be Fooled”
I could be fooled and have been
Through hours née seconds stretched
By wrote, taut upon the strings, etched,
Payed out within an evidence seen
On parchment, heard on vinyl, weaned
From air, gleaned, winnowed from weeds
Of thought, weavings from chaff while the meats,
Their former meanings set aside; conduits, streets
That lead to heights and hills now weakly leaked to seas.
But whether the fool or wizard, used as seams
For wools and lesser fabrics waters for sale or spilled as screams
From simple onanism, flotsam spill on American streets and streams,
Effects remain the same for highs or lows or curses,
The cause for former victories, turned ingredients for verses.