Everybody deserves to be adored
at least once in their lives.
It should be a sort of reward
for actually choosing to live this life
that’s been handed to us
without consent,
or consultation.
Adored!
Yes. I like that. It should be a right!
Right?
Homage to Pippin.
#1
At what point in our lives
do we finally have to face the fact
that we are nothing more than ordinary,
and even that, not a new thought,
but one felt before by uncounted millions of humans
across the course of the millenium.
#2
If all of humanity is but the barest second
in the whole of the universe,
how seriously can we take ourselves?
Isn’t perspective about understanding?
Sorry.
Maybe I got off track when fundamental Christians
started explaining all about dinosaurs.
and a ditty…
Olde words,
longe forgotten.
bring new joy
to the misbegotten.
Mal.
Who’s to say
what’s well-adjusted,
Or what’s Mal?
…Or what Matches
Left to Right.
When the World turns
in irregular patterns,
who’s to say
whose truth is true,
…Or what’s real,
or Right!
Even what matters.
In the end, when it comes to choosing up sides,
Life itself is the ultimate victim.
Not the arbiters of sanity.
Sweet Bonnie Kate,
condemned by fate
to ever want,
and never wait.
With much to do,
and more to see -
But with no means
to make it be!
I grew up in the shadow of every fault my immediate family saw in one another.
If it was bad, I had it.
If it was really bad, it was because I made it even worse than the original version.
Small wonder I grew up with a bit of a complex.…
Child of Age.
Child of my age -
I wonder, and I worry.
What will you do without me?
How can I keep you safe
when I have gone beyond that veil
we all must pass.
I look at you,
and see myself -
A female twinned from male.
Your every move reminds me
of moves I might have made —
Your every mood delights me;
restores my battered faith.
And so, I wonder, and I worry.
What will you do without me?