Retro Future

I am in the business
of fragmenting shores
that have already been ruined.
You wouldn’t believe the crap
that passes for epiphany
or ritual these days.
For some absurd prolific reason
there is a preponderance
of excess staining our sheets
and like it or not it’s not going away.
No matter how much detergent
still resides under the kitchen sink.
I’ve searched the index,
there’s no going back, not even
if we claim our end is our beginning.
Somebody left this statue in the road
and until it turns into a pothole
there’s no way I’m swerving around it.
This stuttering reticence
will have to do. So be it.