EQUALIBRIUM

Whatever equal opportunities are fashionable at any
given moment tend to throw me off balance;
contradicting my belief in self reliance and supporting
my fevered dislike of local environs. The oarsmen
of the apotheosis are no longer sought or ever likely
to be required as uncomplicated things have been
replaced by less elementary models with yearly upgrades.
Respect being a prime example: whereas once it was
twinned with simple things, and complimented them,
it is now expected in connection with urban ectopia;
utopia having been lost under the crust of me-dom.
A sugar coating glazes o’er the eyeballs of all the once
renowned, now above ground, selling coal to old coal
miners who used to receive it freely. Still when there’s
nothing left to burn to the right or earn from the left
we’ll be able to re-open negotiations with the pits,
as long as we wear our wet suits, by which time we’ll
all have been trained to hold our breaths. And balancing
the act of diving against driving, and walking against
slumber, and talking against any number of listening
devices attached to the walls will always win sympathy
from the lonely hearted and prevail even when they’ve
dabbled with love and still remained lonely hearted.
The shape you assume on your own is your own, and
all the better when spread evenly against another
of a similar view, but let’s face it love, it’s getting bare
out there; some sell insulation, and it’ beginning to
look like the approaching battle will be between those
who wish to penetrate or purchase it.