Well, Well, Well (after Murakami)

May we aspire to a more contemplative state

Not Florida or Nevada, for example

But there we go again,

with the bank-shot gag,

and the scattershot whimsy;

while deeper discernment slips off

to kill time alone in a deeper, dryer well

Who will instead let down

wisdom’s ladder-rope into that waiting well

and let the frivolous and flippant fireworks fall faint?

Pray perhaps for a prank-less interlude,

a complete eclipse of the synapse-ellipses

May we at least filter out the oft-offered filters

and slip off into a more unfathomable source?