But forget all of that stuff you learned just now. What you want to do is decode your existence for the majority of what you are going to call the rest of your life. You won’t remember much of it in the next life, but you might pick up on it after years of intense self-guided study. Decoding takes profound effort and patience, in addition to a rare platinum ring found at only the most exclusive rummage sales.
Tag: Poetry
(2) Don’t Want to Write–I’d Rather Be: Complaining
The sun
drills its agenda
through the western window
reinforcing dominance
on a Sunday afternoon–
sight impaired until
a blanket cumulus
soothes corneas, looms
before our daily heater
pierces and banishes it.
Misery once again.
(1) Don’t Want to Write–I’d Rather Be: Staring
Staring off into
an endless void
of forgetfulness and
fulfillment of purpose
through the simple act
of living
on this stage of consciousness.
Everybody else
around me may strive
for material goals,
and I lust
after similar things, but
my ultimate actions
do not
indicate that fact.
A busybody is one
who always
needs something
for their hands
to accomplish, even
if their constant enthusiasm
for productivity
impedes social or professional activity.
That Sound Is the Rain
The rain
is not profane,
although
it won’t abstain
from running down
the drain,
a sound
that won’t refrain.
It drives the soul
insane.
WHARVED 