That room, inside that room, the Green Room, Entropy at The Promontory,
hindered, hindered, by what, success, fear of success, problems, solving problems,
as a matter of fact, yes, the fear of failure, billowing from the room,
through ventilation ducts into the main office where the managers ate,
riddled by the failure, the bankruptcy, before they took over the space,
only they never thought, not even a moment, that karma inhabits,
only their lack of funds, their inability to garner capital,
made them stoned, like statues, before the snake goddess, the dreaded Medusa,
in the fat of their brains, the chemicals from smoke, left a safe deposit,
nobody ever thought, the history of space, of ghosts and poltergeists,
simply unheard of, ghosts, what a ridiculous idea, you must be mad,
insane, to think this place, once a Borders Bookstore, now a thriving business,
demented, you must be crazy, to think like that, why only a madman
enters with a lantern in the daylight, holding it up high, high enough
to see faces clearly, look deep into their eyes, to observe their conscience,
he is looking for, what, an honest man, how mad, and yet, how sensible,
as he is a madman, at least, others say so, they see his behavior,
that it does not conform, that he does not obey, that he is not confined,
restless, the managers sleep inside the Green Room, where everyone gets stoned,
on a leather sofa, exhausted from meetings, and drinking at the bar,
of course, the bar downstairs, inside the restaurant, where they get their free meals,
managers get free meals, part of the benefits of working so often,
the perks and the privilege of their entitlement to unveil their status,
humans act as mortals, humble, with gratitude, for the little they get,
enter the managers, like gods, divinities, Zeus, in all his splendor,
God, grant me the wisdom to know the indifference of divine managers,
restless in their slumber on the leather sofa, smoky from all the blunts,
endless amounts of weed, copious amounts, grown in green houses elsewhere,
enter Serenity, like a prayer, religion, dressed in their Sunday best,
no one has the courage to speak their mind out loud against the managers,
Rooster crows loud at dawn to wake up the farmers, to till the fields, plant seeds,
only the farmers stand, stock still, stoned, like statues, before the snake goddess,
on a shield, her image, to turn the enemy to stone before battle,
mighty, the sword of peace, love and understanding, funny how no one wields
Elegance with panache, except the tall, the strong, the brave, Queen Christina,
nothing could stop her but the managers saw past her strengths to her weakness,
the need to love was strong in such a strong woman, but her tongue was stronger,
restless, the managers sacrificed to the gods, to no avail, they set
on a victim, a fool, to take the fall, for all the failures of success,
pregnant with thought, the fool, a poet, knew nothing, he didn't care a lick,
yet, he felt so tired of getting kicked around like a tiny pebble,
as it entered her shoe, she did not notice it, her feet hurt from dancing,
the life of a dancehall queen is never easy, but now, her foot swollen,
Timeless as the cosmic dancer in ecstasy, the Lord of dance in bliss,
his dance of destruction, to destroy and rebuild, his dance of creation,
even as he maintains the entire universe within a single dance,
Perseus, with his sword, arrives to cut her head off, no, not Medusa,
restless on the sofa, the manager, asleep on the job, on duty,
on his laurels, he rests, he dreams of Perseus, flying with sword in hand,
monsters appear in dreams, the manager awakes, tired, hungry, grumpy,
on a whim, he sends home the fool, clock out and leave, the fool, who knows nothing,
notices all the work he would normally do, shrugs his shoulders and leaves,
terrible beauty sleeps in his own bed, troubled by the news of the world,
ordinarily, not worth a glance, but today, the Synagogue shooting,
remember the pogroms of Europe, we now hold candles in remembrance,
yet, nothing can bring back the dead, or change the past, we live, full of sorrow.
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