Squinting and Blinking

you have a mind

your mileage may vary

on this floating grain of sand

he prayed over and over

be far away be far far away

at least he was smart enough to know

what an idiot at prayer he was

not exactly a random sampling

but life is a subjective-objective combo dish

try not to make your singular and perpetual

problems into my singular etc.

since I am a frail hemopheliac

pursued by jackals and hyenas

tracking blood up the stairway

for not acting in a timely manner

but the fact is that the late blossoms

are deeper hued longer and wider

and that's not a purposeful misnomer

may God part my ass to his ways

if I am shown to be in error

but times change and the irrelevant

eventually sinks noiselessly

into the sea but not just any sea

the exceedingly stormy Sea of Similar

yes some things are similar to others

and that's the mother of all cans of worms

it's a matter of screen resolution

which some may find nauseating

the engineers of Armageddon for example

as the weight of their wagers

crushes your spine and unleashes madmen

whose timely and public pillorying

would greatly benefit a humanity

screaming power to the feeble

hoping that the Universe is a great orgasm

I used to be a moving target

but now I'm a sitting duck

well not sitting per se

more a catatonic shuffle

that served to confound and confabulate

by who or for what purpose

remains to be investigated

by who or for what purpose

lies beyond my rank and armor

well not sitting per se

more a streak on the horizon

because we need to know the future

because the earthly love rocket

will get us there eventually

now there's a universal

even among the aimless

From "Pageant of Naked Mischief" available on Amazon