Ode to Beckett
Diminishing spiral lost in ennui.
Mere speculations my dear Valdimir.
Di’s deferment of Estragon’s forfeit,
Go go and show me nothing is coming.
Displacement, my hat, controlling nothing,
I stare deep into its hollow abyss.
We are all thirsty from drinking dead seas.
Nobody will share my private nightmare.
The noose is still dangling but don’t use it,
The sheep and goats bleat for Lucky Pozzo