chapter III
[oh no you don’t!! this is an epic poem… go back and read the whole of the first and second parts before you go sticking yer nose in here… oh.. you’ve already read those.. well then… my apologies]
a flirtation with genesis
blinking out of the hole torn in my world
i come at this
new
breaking the silence with my displeasure
grasping at the straws
of this scarecrow
i rescued on the golden brick trail
we journey
looking for companions
or at least some one that might share
my displeasure with fate
coyotes sound so terribly sad
when they howl alone
and there are so many one-sided
love songs
being woven into our suburban lives
not that it matters
because i am in touch
with the essence
just like you
and it has made me far stranger than
any of us
ought to be
sometimes i really ask why it matters
and then i wake up
and a new day seems more
promising that i could hope
until it all comes tumbling back
for this is the rollercoaster
this is the wavepool
you can catch the top of a ride for a while
but you always reach shore
and sooner or later we all have to learn how to walk
and breath the dry air
and suck in the reality
that is the difference between
a good lay
and a wet
dream
i swear that if pressed…
i could tell you the difference
willing right here,
right now
to lay down all matter of
semantic skull-duggery
in an attempt to
explain me
ha
and this is where i want to be…
here…
yeah… why not
wherever this is
why ever this might be
whatever the excuse
or reason
whatever that is
?????????????????????????????
pretty much sums it up.
isn’t that life anyway?
nothing but the questioning
a million prayer-wheels
have been set up
ready for you to worry
your pretty little mind against
we need the energy…
earth would be bereft
of anything i would care to call life
if these questioning creatures
were not sprawled across it
participating in the diggin,
questions shaping
what it means….
whatever that means
my life is the dog-eared
underlined
abridged
margin scrawled
romancesci-fygraphicalnovelbestseller
that will never be written
and i thank you
for this unbirthday
award
and right here
let us take just one moment
to stop…
to bow…
to offer up some sort of universalistic, archetypal, thought-dream ideal of the basic need of the great cosmic id that exists and filters itself through our limited cognition….
what we mean is stop right here…
and feed your head
for a polysyllabic of brain apple a day
will keep the harazmatizaasmic in play
right here…
we bid you goodnight
goodnight
dream of beautiful things
and tomorrow
wake up
be them
i’ve awoken
oh my it hurts
everything swirls in the recently discovered
shades of regret
born of the current catastrophe
that followed last nights debauchery
as certainly
as anything
but eloquence escapes me
in my time of want
a glass of water
maybe a nap
to clear the head of spirits
and ghosts
for the spirits got into me
and the path wandered to a
lateral course or a short time
and i enjoyed the stroll
ok… mental reality check
step one
poetic impulse…
still strong
a humble soul tastes reality
with a larger tongue
do you know
what to pay attention to
when you need to?
do the greater demands
of cognition
in this dance of reality
grasp hold of your
baser senses and lead you
into new interpretations of dance?
then you might be one of us
you might be cool enough to
join the crew
you just might know
what the hell we are rambling on
about
isn’t that wild
when it all comes down to it
we’re all nuts
and hated for knowing
take it into yourself
accept the disgust
and realize that it
is a prerequisite for
greatness
whatever that means
as we go about the chore
of simply living
the important part
is to just keep breathing
deeply
in out
in out
in out
does that remind you of something?
is there a joke there?
or is that profound?
or is that profound for being such a stupid joke?
if you aren’t laughing
every day
at every possible
excuse for humor
then you
are missing the point
if there is a point to be found
you’re not even close
laugh…
that shit is funny
hey i’ve got something important
to tell you
there is this invisible old man in the sky
and he loves us a lot
but he punishes us
if we don’t do as he tells us
there are a few select people
that tell us they talk to him
and do you know what he says?
i need your money
oh shit!!!!
save me!!!!
somebody…
i know you’re out there
bring down the injection
i need… need…
sweet soma
forgetfulness
the truths espoused by these sudden,
hungover realizations
are too much to allow me
to continue navigation
of this time-space
E(sometimes)=mc2
its all about
the subjective
that was the profundity
he was trying to get across
I=Me/Us
it’s a shame that he had to make such a fool of himself
it’s really too damn bad
that identity had to die
and ultimately, the great shame
is that i had to realize that
right here, right now
it makes such a mockery of this one moment,
as time slips inexorably by
and all i can do is try(/sometimes)