| What does it all fucking matter?
Lose this, lose that, gain a pound, drop an inch,
Trace a pattern in the snow,
Pick the threads from a stitch,
Draw a semi-circle around a flaming itch--
Memories mesmerize, memorize memories,
And all future lurid awakenings
Will rock us back to sleep at last
In front of the TV with one sock on.
Address, repress, reorient, and confess!
You can bowdlerize it or jabber about God,
But sometimes nothing will raise the quality
Of all this crap we rave about,
That bears right down on us
And weighs us down like hammered shit,
That beats us into the ground like spikes that never wear out
And tears our throats out as if we're only small dogs
Where Big Dogs were turned loose on us once again,
And we all do little more than
Watch ourselves fall back into regret. |
Good question, framed brutally.
ReplyDeleteHa! Good to know you're out there, not that there's many of you!
ReplyDeleteThere's not many of me, either.
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