The Punch

What will it be?
A poem for that blanket?
An umbrella for that bike?
Self-esteem for that 30 lbs?
Companionship for that tv dinner?
A 17th century jewel-encrusted chamber pot for that juicy peach?
Sunscreen for that gas mask?
A loaf of bread for that bullet?
Right now it's just madness.
Everyone wanting to be catered to.
Fighting for their little piece of cake.
The reality is that our bon appetit has come to an end.
So much of life is lucky or circumstantial.
The world is all so changed;
Things happen abruptly
Or come from behind –
To live within the madness that is-
If I felt as little control then as I do now-
If I had seen these things before-
When you bring children into it-
How can you make rational decisions?
In retrospect I should have drowned them in the fountains behind the palace.
The thing is to think of nothing.
I have nothing to confess,
Nothing to be afraid of,
Nothing to lose.
(a work-in-progress)

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