a poem in reflection of cabin fever closing in.

A Curiosity Coo

A “coo” comes out. A coo turned sigh turned exasperated yawn-awe.
Don’t shun the brick wall, climb it. Climb it for curiosity.
Curiosity, our motive to question
while living in subservient systems capitalized to provide
as needs cultivate and expand although the irreplaceable capital provided by nature remains the same.
Curiosity, intrinsically overwritten by One Big Head and Two Big Head handing out free manipulation muzzles and witch tricks.

Old trees, old rusty farm equipment even old buildings catch the omniscient eye,
the all encompassing closed circuit security cameras,
old buildings growing vines upon vines of ancient plaster cracking to register wisdom in forms anew
Glue.
Glued to advertising money mongers, witch tricks disguised. Our adult education.
Glued to the thoughts of hard belts behind. No tie, no tie down.
Grubby hands tough to please, touch to please. Touch to see that this way is that way and that way is golden.
Care for the coo. Relish the coo as it pukes gently out, sputtering out of twisted lips of Freudian slips.
Our struggle with trouble is merely liquid flow in due time; a forecast of unspoiled fire crackers; the unadorned truth composed upright.
It is neglected by the people, who in mass hysteria, keep blind eyes upturned and unwavering under ever-growing circles of vultures proud and thirsty.
Pure fantasy relinquishes reality scorned.
Better keep a move on
Better keep a move on

I bring Dionysus in; I dine him and tell him jokes. He lies with me under the red wine covers behind the rum endowed curtains and reminds me not to take things too seriously.
Dionysus laughs, this life, after-life, immortal-life laugh. His laughter enables him to climb the brick wall effortlessly. Never scampering nor scratching. Just laughter itself propels through ineffable undeniable breath.
He reminds me to live in laughter and this will in turn unglue me.
Was I glued? Am I glued?
The coo comes out again.
Not bird like but unmistaken. Not innocent but out of Eden.
A coo of thanks,
A coo for truth revealed, a truth that sets me free.
Those brick walls are clues which form the question of all time. The rainbow of all questions...
And in this question the word “curiosity” lingers with laughter.