Somehow Nothing Fits


What is this modernity that we fear
So harsh its regimes cause such easy tear
It was supposed to be a holiday
but only in toil did the future lay

Atomic power is very needed
So unwanted but somehow conceded
Pimps and made up whores from the boxes leer
With wrinkly butts and faces newly clear

On the sham island of the notorious
Naked nymphs fight to choose the most famous
They leave to tomorrow plans for today
N'make excuses between the sheets of play

Elegant woman for a crucial moment
Be still admired for her inner torment
Good for you if her words would be heeded
Bad if that swilled pill is superseded

Somehow nothing fits in the worldly view
The evening neons with the morning dew
T'is a joy to glean nature so gracious
But wealth gapes the contrast more contentious

The correct attitude of the mindset
is in the man that yet I have not met
and in such a time of social ferment
we want someone wise to weave the garment

Lucignano, 22 March 2006