VICES OF HEAVEN

One must have patience
with the process of art.

was something she could understand.
It's the unpredictability of time
and human kind
that made her glib
with regret,
the eratic shame
in our common lunacies
the fickleness of our frailties
like wood house boats
bobbing over old jokes
prayers and oathes uttered in ancient dreams
coming back to claim the scene
wailing walls hanging from every beam

besides

it's easy to be famous
when you're young and ludicrous
the trick is sticking to simple answers
for the loss of innocence.