PrinceMyshkin
01-20-2008, 07:45 AM
1
Life is
a prancing idiot
always on the verge of making sense.
2
Each day comes to us
with a poem or two
clutched in its craw
and some days you have to scratch
or pummel, threaten or wheedle
to get hold of it. Other days
it kind of elbows you, hard
in your rib-cage and says
Get your head out of whatever
mundane shyt you are into.
Life isn’t about that. Life is–
3
--What? Life is what?
I knew that would get your attention. Life is
...anything but what someone
who begins a sentence that way
says it is. Chances are he’s a graduate
of the Hallmark Advanced Institute
of Cheesy Bullshyt. He’s a
failed white rapper, a tupenny
ha-penny folk philosopher
aspiring to be a used-car salesman.
Anyway, back to the poem...
4
Life is
not a thing that we can make definitive statements about
but, rather, a moebius strip on which
every statement turns, sooner or later,
into its counter-statement
and back again.
Jerry Newman © 06Jan08
Life is
a prancing idiot
always on the verge of making sense.
2
Each day comes to us
with a poem or two
clutched in its craw
and some days you have to scratch
or pummel, threaten or wheedle
to get hold of it. Other days
it kind of elbows you, hard
in your rib-cage and says
Get your head out of whatever
mundane shyt you are into.
Life isn’t about that. Life is–
3
--What? Life is what?
I knew that would get your attention. Life is
...anything but what someone
who begins a sentence that way
says it is. Chances are he’s a graduate
of the Hallmark Advanced Institute
of Cheesy Bullshyt. He’s a
failed white rapper, a tupenny
ha-penny folk philosopher
aspiring to be a used-car salesman.
Anyway, back to the poem...
4
Life is
not a thing that we can make definitive statements about
but, rather, a moebius strip on which
every statement turns, sooner or later,
into its counter-statement
and back again.
Jerry Newman © 06Jan08