Acworth

.
Havelock Ellis
would have loved this
also Sigmund Freud
sordid dirty little boys grown into senile dirty old men

two muck-rakers of humankind’s murky oblivion
on the bottom of lake Allatoona
remember how desperately
risky crazy disastrous games could get

apparently adults go to great lengths just to forget
then feign a phoney dumb surprise
gagging self-mockery

sometimes I see
my own head as a Rubik’s Cube keeps twisting
and turning every which way
on occasion even
the right way round a perfect
combination

the cube, like a worm turns
those square graph-paper nets of merciless memory
against better judgement and facts and all

squares

Muhammad is an honorable teddy bear
toys and lives and twisted games
his serious paramount business