the works of America’s greatest living poemetrist, alive or otherwise.
today is wednesday
in a time
when days
no longer matter….
being home is hard
because you want to go out:
work, play, everything
that is, that was
your life.
being part of history
is rarely as glamorous
as it seems
when you’re not
being part of history.
and now everyone
is stuck at home
against their will
and to their secret delight,
the global pandemic….
so this is how it was
for our parents and grandparents
in the times of hardship and want?
no. hardly.
we are being inconvenienced…
the unhappiness
the anger
as life does not
follow my desires….
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)
