Poem: Reason

A trashy beach manifesto written sunbathing

is the future of our planet, a kind skyscraper?  The free pass

house in the boarded-up brothel, casting no aspersions

on the future, judgements long past, or prayers to the holy

father casting judgement, for He has no hands to feel

eyes to see or heart to beat, being only

a fact of existence, that He’s simply done

what He did is a world worth living

for, beautifully complex variations on one

three-chord structure, the feeling seeped

in splattered paint, subliminally experienced

fractures of society, family and personality

are the background noises

of life, living is the background behavior

of death, or whatever, the fact is

it’s fascinating to be alive, whatever happens

to this planet.

Poem: Reason

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