Burdens of Scott Bakula

Your gauze gaze gave you away
staring at inexorable plums in Excel
sewing circles wholeheartedly disagree
on boundless calculations with no measure
of rickety faith or substantiated kindness
cold swaths of science halt negotiations
and suddenly, in the news:
a wild Pope appears without a prenup
and the debate rattles the Midwest
of centuries old answers sealed in wax
prime meridians falter Copernicus in 2525
shields are down, lasers tag debris
and the nerds lose this family feud
making way for brighter bolts of lightning
standstill time wraps itself in light
and music feels even on your skin
numbness is no longer a pliable option so
you wear orthogonal flowers in your hair
and you pay through the nose in rent
grimacing at all the wasted coast days
of crinkling beer can park benches and
ayahuasca space fiends squatting still
so you gather up all the ashen slack
of optimal communication modes and
rest, folding your hands in your lap
knowing that the next leap
could be the leap home