03/25/20 One Personal Disaster

A mean drink falls to the ground,

a stranger staggers,

somewhere

a two bit con man brings a failing child to the pawn;

an orange baby screams obscenities

from a tainted teat;

glass shatters on the linoleum

where dreamers sleep,

leaving behind a rock,

with no signature –

it must have been the weather…?

It’s roooooooough

outside,

been blowing smoke for weeks. The

economy can’t get its fix,

century old puss oozes from the cracks between the classes,

and the whole earth shutters,

as neighbors bring news

of another lullaby

gone

sweet.

Birth,

death;

proclamations of power,

defeat,

love and surrender;

kindness is just a gift for yourself,

without knowing its messenger.

We could all blow up,

any minute,

from the pain,

or trudge ahead by the light of undiscovered galaxies.

Hell, sometimes I want to go squeeze somebody till the anger recedes,

but instead I’m here with you,

exchanging bread and pleasantries.

This is ain’t a holy act,

just one of necessity.

I was once a pirate with dreams of being a scavenger,

now I play with these slippery words,

which

only

barely,

ever

make

much

sense.

What will you do with your one personal disaster?