Snide Little Tease
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What are all these terrible proclivities, anxieties?
In how many guises of exuberance do quakes
of terror hide? Life can be a snide little tease –
an acrobatic malady, a viral wheeze that makes
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us watch trapezes full of inept fliers falling
from the ceiling. These unfunny circuses reach
into all our psyches, hearts and eyes, appalling
anyone who pays them any mind. Spirits beseech
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you: offer to whoever wants it, all you’ve got –
your marriageable self, your favorite raccoon,
a chicken-burger-fries chain with a parking lot –
offer it to God or the woman in the moon,
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or a brilliant astrophysicist, or witch on a broom.
Give your every penny, Eurodollar or doubloon.
Divest yourself of everything: empty every room.
Do it years and years from now or do it very soon.
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Or hoard it all forever in a cellar in your house.
There may be worse and better things to do as well.
Some will parade themselves, some hide and grouse.
Some make a boring heaven, some make a happy hell.
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