Ballyhoo by Sy Roth

What’s all the ballyhoo?
Just another day of Bali Hai refrains
So carefully taught.
Leaves the drumrolls chattering in a tingling barrage
Calumny against a darkening sky,
A tintinnabulation of caroling bells
Rending a torn sky with its somber cries.

Why mump?
Why pine for the interminable
Goosestepping mob that beats a hasty retreat
After tumbling headlong into victories
Marking their maps with arrows of encapsulation?
The masses, news prisoners of sparkling new regimes,
Thousand-year prisoners
Unhinged blues and reds
Set adrift on a sea of turpitudes.

So, what’s all the ballyhoo?
A praxeologist’s nightmare
That we recognize is a waterwheel
That turns interminably until the water ends
And the grinding stones within sit in restless anticipation
As it always will in ever-land.

So, what’s the ballyhoo?
When beings set in motion by themselves,
Riven masses who let loose the curs
Who snarl and eat the world
Etching messages in the acid pages of the social fabric
Pounds the meek with solipsisms
Leaving them breathless
Cradled in their own egotism
Dissolving selves in their troubled quagmires.

The ballyhoo drags on–
No sense ignoring it.
Flouting it ad infinitum
An endless parade of hindrances
That sells pages and holds us in thrall.
Drags us kicking,
Clinging to endless twittering branches
Chockfull of black, ornery birds.

©2018 Sy Roth

 

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Sy Roth is a retired school administrator and has finally found the sounds of silence and the time to think whole thoughts. This has led him to find words and the ability to shape them. He has published in Visceral Uterus, Amulet, BlogNostics, Every Day Poets, Barefoot Review, Haggard and Halloo, Misfits Miscellany, Mad Swirl, Larks Fiction Magazine, Danse Macabre, Bitchin’ Kitch, Bong is Bard, Humber Pie, Poetry Super Highway, Penwood Review, Masque Publications, Foliate Oak, Miller’s Pond Poetry and The Eloquent Atheist.

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