Tuesday, September 15, 2015
I’m not spiritual worth a damn
but I’m religious as hell—little
empathy or compassion but
consequently quite tolerant. I
stare when others groan & grieve.
Sociopathetic no doubt, comfortable
in my own spin. Wretch like me
Clapped into jail by my consciousness
but aware of it—prison walls informed
by wings of a dove & immaculate
conception., Behind bars, no doubt.
Death and rebirth time after time—
die hard over and over. Not easy
being phenomenological, an
epistemologist , enlightened, born
again. smart and smarter, savvy:
one-eyed in the valley of the blind.
Feeling is Boss and drives the Car Car.
Reason & Logic man handle the kiddy
seat. Toot the rubber horn. Beep! Beep!
Mind-set’s a citadel, Homeland
Insecurity Comfortification against
slings, arrows, buckets of oil— defense,
offense. Scorn, mockery, outrage,
consternation, facts, data, logic, sermons
don’t dent anyone or improve the whirl.
I practice any way: improvised explosive
devices exposing contradictions,
inconsistencies, hypocrisies, hopes
and fears. Pants on fire. Rice off rhinos.