Trouble in Hope Springs

In my own defence pro se,
let me say it’s not a closed case
of cooking the books.

Mining for brain fodder
on the lunatic fringe
is not for the squeamish or tone deaf.

Today I’m picking Daffodils;
watching them litter
grief stricken pages with glee.

Tomorrow, I’ll conjure screeds
of smoke & shadows to confound
the sharpest of freshmen.

It’s a game of two halves;
an invention of private
origami fiction,

cutting a dash
amongst jealous algorithms
and smug life coach gurus.

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