Where Are You Going? Poem by Julia Luber

Personification of my love: a dream, a minstrel's peaceful dove.
And I feel copious today. Like a gag to compensate my poverty.
Fool's gold rains down from the heavens diligently. Pounding
its attention getting scams so prodigiously. And all we want to
know is What Is Going On With Your Religiousity? It has got to
mean something to somebody besides myself. Or else, I would
feel too stark and too alone, without you near me on the phone.
Making of this moribund disclosive chant, a mean and angry
rigid rant. The visceral ambiance is ineludible. And so I ask:
Where Are You Going Today to get out of here. It's getting badder
and badder over there, and over there, and everywhere.