Mr. Doodle

Ancient llama, mystic helpmate
I gifted you consciousness
and you came back and told me 
that tomorrow would sorrow,
today too late

And yet I followed that which 
you told me not to seek,
Peppercorn––
​
avarice only a disguise with which
to peer closer at any soul,
​my own

Unfolding dramas, 
teen liturgies to scream
and the power of oppression,
I swear I saw you on the balcony 
Mr. Doodle.