I Expect

I expect a measure of madness in the world, having lived awhile. And I expect the madness to have at times the upper hand. But I really could have done without a paroxysm so close to home, so near the twilight of my life.

There Are Things

There are things
I wish astonished me.
Things that would have, once.
But here I am —
Here we are —
Our waking world
A cornucopia
Of the bizarre
Grown common as
Complacency,
And a forecast
For more of the same.