In the Fluctuant Lap of Luxury

Here I sit

Broken

Halfhearted

In the fluctuant Lap of Luxury

In a resort hotel on Scottsdale Road

With amenities out the wazoo

Whilst glaciers are calving

Gazans starving and dying

And a conscientious prosecutorial seeker of justice is characterized as a ‘dirtbag’ BY a dirtbag

They form the towels into swans here

They send me personalized text messages begging me to let them help me here

I have bought two nights and three day’s worth of grand illusions here

..

If only they had included a fiddle

For me to play

As civilization burns