any thing good
like a rabid homeless dog
who has not eaten in a month
i am scavenging the wastelands
of all empiracle thought
looking for understanding
that i may extricate myself
from this minimized experience
i suffer long for the answers
of not “why” i trip over the stones
not “why i did not see them
but why the “Fuck” are they there in the first place
why has my space been violated
yes, violated
and by whom
should i assume it was God
and what is it He stands to gain
from the pains i endure
for sure it makes no sense to me
what is the recompense you see
perhaps it is my fate
to encounter such things
they say are here to teach us
lessons . . .
but i must beseech you God
just give me the Book
or Tickets to the Movie
Oh . . .
this is the Movie
i fell asleep you say
well . . .
that explains it
what did i miss ?
any thing good ?
© 08 February 2011 : William S. Peters, Sr.
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