the works of America’s greatest living poemetrist, alive or otherwise.
undeniable truth #1:
people suck.
humans exist
for only one reason…
my goal
(damn. how quickly
i forget)
is to find
in every moment…
i wish
that wishing
were as wonderful
as i wish
wishing
were.
anger tastes
so good;
deserved anger
more so….
it doesn’t matter
when we die.
whether a few cells
fail to attach
to the womb…
it’s frightening
that all
i have to do
to avoid
stupid fights…
once you get there,
the point where
you accept,
despite the fear
and the longing…
now that i have
done my part
to perpetuate the species,
my other human task,
in evolutionary terms….
life gets disrupted
(to use neutral language
that fails entirely to capture
just what the fuck
i went through)
at this stage of my life
(some might say, late,
and who am i to argue
such a meaningless point?)
this world owes me a lot
for all it’s put me through
in this
but, of course….
they don’t want us
to think for ourselves;
it’s too inconvenient
for them, for us….
it’s not a joke:
one life
(this life)
and then, you’re done.
there’s a fine line between
self-discipline
and
a commitment to doing something
finding a single
word
is more than i can do
this morning.
