there is a
shimmering
uncertainty
ensconcing
the universe

and despite
the various
order enforced
upon abstracts

anyone who claims
any understanding
is as deluded as
a poet who still
believes in love

this mercurial
shitshow of savage
indifferences
is a hopeless
endeavor mewling
for scraps behind
an overflowing dumpster
in the backalley
of a denounced existence
where we all shake
filthy cups for
the change we cannot
enact upon ourselves