Hour of Slack

Myth is alive:
in every cowboy hat
and neck tied,
with every collection plate
and each person not
tied to the dominant paradigm
lie residue of what progress
has passed.

The sky walkers, the boss talkers,
have always trumped the wind walkers
and why not: they deal the cards that
set the rules for the game.
These myths funnel upward . . . or do they?

Not enough people look for the holes
but many find them: turning slack hours into
private paradigm, one that wears a
sideways hat as disguise, one that
wears a Santa suit to dispense condoms,
one that smiles and nods while
understanding that cause and effect has less to
do with bowing to the man and everything to do
with wanting what you get.