Local Renaissance
All in proper order, recognising through distance
sister institutions call a continuous halt
drinking through figurines distributed wisely
maddened phone calls colour the atmosphere
recycled notices carded through an aperture.
Blessed through occupation, paid or otherwise
bid the drag queen adieu in the summer sun,
unshaven, after fashion, loved for evermore
superannuated newspapers hit the wall screaming
jumping through hoops for a finer order.
Questioning tenets of a comfortable spirituality
once fed through a loving spoonful
trinities and the Virgin Mary jettisoned as fake
god knowing what you want before you ask him
treacherous on this occupation, nailed up again.
Do as you’re told, being cheeky is anathema
jumping ship over a useless crush, for sakes
taking opportunity in both hands, all mine
grateful for the chance to deserving strike
tears and laughter pepper the memories.
Assassination morales pirouette around favour
no thanks for the privilege, a menopausal destination
windows of failure eating through the disuse
a certain line count makes all the difference
meaning a proper order, excellence eschewing.