The Incipient Indefinite

introduced to Erasure by erasure
a fairy godfather most divine
young and trim and brash and flaming
in nineteen eighty nine
I young guinea pig spook-in-training
wild and grim-inclined
who knows what could have happened
if he hadn't seen the signs



we can't stand
and we can't wait
we can't get enough
of what we can't anticipate
but if we can't get stuck
then we can't be late
for our own expiration date



slate skies and water basalt angled spat
arced in triumphant parabola back
to trickling brief rills down rock faces and drains
— here liquid is rare, barely a brief stain
this high desert's most sacred odor is rain
the river flows through us and all life sustains



as declined the spirits
so arose new light's pall
a beggar looked round
the long banquet hall
revealed drunkards and louts
— fine noble ministers
who were all passed out
shaking her head
the thief gathered her loot
as the President snored loudly
and pissed in his boots