Life

poem

Let me tell you something about life.

The wine you drink is too weak even for pigeons.

Your human symbols are beyond repair.

Transgression is a momentary sentence beyond this blah.

I imagined: A prisoner on his release day holding onto his prison bed for dear life.

An alien getting sucked out of the spaceship due to air pressure difference.

There is no oxygen in space.

But on Earth, there is oxygen in space.

All life needs oxygen to live.

Except aliens which are unreal.

Nothing weird is going on.

My mother is luring me into an alley.

Manger danger.

Please continue to write me.

I am not desperate, or if I am, then it is to be expected.

Because we are born alone, live together, and die alone.

Sandwiches would be toast without their meaningful insides.

Meaning ain’t orphan enough.

Poems are lost children with cool sunglasses on.

Orpheus’s mother probably looked at him too much.

That made him controlling and anxious.

That’s why his wife disappeared.

I wish I could have taught early jawless fish about therapy.