The Urban Elf

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Pundits, prophets, possibilities
Questions, answers, peculiarities,
The surprise of the moment
The trick of memory
A dream of suspicion
And the conviction
Of drunken reverie.
And here we are
Beside ourselves
Besotted and beguiled
By a satyr in baseball garb
Fed the sacrifice to our denial,
Wheeling towards a moment
We hope hormones will resolve.
Bright as a beginning
Dire as a tragic end
Seeking a messiah
Satisfied with a friend.

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Crossed up and crossways
Lost and found
Wondering where the night goes
From here to beyond
With attendance
From our Bacchus
And confusion from within
Does it end in frustration
Or begin with
“Where you been?”