Question of the Day:

Why must there be fantasy?
Because we must escape
The relentless traffic of fate
And indecision rather lags, no mopes, no chases
And we are as uncertain
As uncertain as the silverware

There must be fantasy. There is no other way.
All our lives, the gospel of family, no caves
Of caves of satin darkness (two many prep-
ositions) hiding in one figurative closet
Is favorite character-clothing
Why don’t you try it on in the rain?

Now we are dripping thoughtfully into death’s sink