(public disservice announcement)

is what this won't be called,
the title slated to be replaced
at the outset. I search for
sediments and impediments
beneath the gravel exterior,
feeling superior, enough.

Not another sound,
lest you suggest
that I start the poem over.

We're in this now,
so listen.

The title, never part
of the show as strives
to be. Looking in.
From the top on down.
Keeping up.
Sticking around.






















Oh,
thought we were finished.
Well,
it's over
it's over
it's over
now. Good riddance!