as he dances his prayers
up God's Stumbling-block

are like an affair with Luck
(his mischievous matching star)

whose rays like curtains of blinding hairs
catch th'poor fellow unawares

at his most daring mock
(or highest flairs & shock--!
he balks & cashes in) laughingstock
of all Th'Clock stalks horror-struck

tumbling down bankrupt despairs
with un-
co--
operative shares

of empty gawks & stares

he trips such stairs through all th'worthless air
lost in th'threadbare glare

(life's snares)
steps fair & rare

(being so aware)
is parachuting underwear

all that he bears
(but godless frock)

tears him down to a tattered squawk
which th'stark-raw stepless Silence

spares!