the works of America’s greatest living poemetrist, alive or otherwise.
wishing for magic
in a physical world
doesn’t just double down
on the impossible –
there goes another….
running so fiercely
from that which i fear.
no hesitation,
no doubt;
just everything in my power….
we are a complex thing,
we humans;
yet we demand,
to the point of being willing
to die to make the point….
life is all about
the disappointment, right?
i’m not stupid enough
to believe in
satisfactory endings….
“Sentence first!
Verdict after!”
the Queen of Hearts
understands
my mind….
it sucks
to know
that i know
all i need
to know….
the point,
said the Buddha,
is that you
are already free.
you just haven’t….
this is where
disappointment shows
her pretty face
just to ensure
i hurt….
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summertime is not
without inconveniences:
endless sweatiness.
nothing i can
do or say
can make up for
the things i
do and say….
did i disappoint you?
sorry, but
if it makes you feel better,
please be assured
i am already….
is not good
that humans evolved
to favor
fear, anger, & hate.
what we need are….
at what point
in my life
did i lose
the ability
to make a decision….
i am still angry.
that means, of course,
i still feel guilty
that i still feel angry.
i am more concerned….
perhaps a cull
of the human race
is what we need,
what the planet needs.
i can think….
