The Sanctity of Now

To celebrate the sanctity of Now
is an easy philosophy when time
fills your wallet with promisory notes
that weigh down your trouser pocket. Yet
such currency is soon debased, leaving
you with coins of little value to spend
in a pound store about to close its doors.

Poems written for the moment only
talk to the author's hand. Already, they
are fit for landfill and contribute to
global warming of the intellect, which
is a greater threat than climate change, if
you believe the psychobabble. So much
hot air; so few ideas balloon in flight.