… living always means building spheres, both on a small and a large scale, humans are the beings that establish globes and look out to horizons.—Peter Sloterdijk
When the chicken dances
on the hotplate for fifteen minutes,
the frog comes to a boil in a pot,
and will set for serving.
From under the mind-business bubble,
where big money accumulates
(when given any chance), the sideshow
“under-glass” appears, at best,
among just deserts for poor choices.
The flame licking at the watched vat
grows with each austerity package
and unfunded local program.
The myopic minority celebrates
with fluted fizz beneath the ozone dome
and with kisses blows to the splash, cupola,
and effervescence tomorrow promises.