Inspired by: The Gift of Life by Andrea L. Harris
He likes how the music seems to loop
As does the poem
Letting liars lie
“How hard the fallen
Everything” came to him
“The wind blows…”
And “The Sun’ll come out tomorrow,”
Was another additive to the coffee.
Did you have to put the elderly in?
He’s already half-way
To the end of life
And the end doesn’t look promising.
He thinks the elderly would rather be dead.
Their bodies get so frail that
What their bodies must say to them
Is like a bad hangover coupled with a
Lack of memory,
“Which is good,” he says, “if you don’t want to remember,
“But being alive is remembering.”
He says, “Put that in your coffee.”
Do flowers really bloom?
He thinks they just come that way.
And what is “Love’s hate?”
Is that possible in a rhyme?
He means the whole idea and all,
“There’s nothing melodic.”
He doesn’t cry when a child is born.
He cries that he doesn’t want one.
He doesn’t want anything to do with the responsibility.
There’s a rub:
“Aren’t there enough?” he says.
“Free will?” he asks;
“Have you ever been to a supermarket like Whole Foods?”
If he has the money,
He always finds something.
He doesn’t know how you can look into your heart.
His stomach is too full.
It takes over his thoughts and
Certainly there is nothing in between.
He hears that men think about sex
Every 15 seconds.
“That’s pretty awesome,” he says.
“And women are always
“Complaining about men.
“Hey, if you can run the world
“While thinking about sex every
“15 seconds, and drinking beer,
“And watching football, then
“Men are pretty awesome,” he says.
“No, there is nothing deeper.” he says.
“And I can prove it,
“Or racing across the sky
“As if it had an appointment.”