I don’t believe in chaos
I don’t believe in order
-So, what do you believe in?
I don’t believe in war
I don’t believe in peace
—So, what do you believe in?
I don’t believe in religion
I don’t believe in nothingness
—-So, what do you believe in?
I don’t believe in rich
I don’t believe in poor
——So, what do you believe in?
I don’t believe in guilt
I don’t believe in blame
——-So, what do you believe in?
I believe in,
I went the store,
specifically for kumquats.
But they were out,
so I got a Dragon Fruit,
Yucca plant fruit, Juniper seed,
Not working for want, but living for need.
Hand and foot holes, dug out of stone,
isolated, but not alone.
Medieval dark ages, a world apart,
beneath the alcove, ancient art.
Anasazi spirit, whispers through the trees,
if one could hear, what the sandstone sees.
From the Sipapu, the sacred ascent,
Pueblos constructed, with skilled intent.
Stories and culture, slowly unlearned,
beneath the mesa top rubble, charred and burned.
The mystery remains, and hope renewed,
that my descendants will learn from me,
As I, from you.
Blistering hot, boiling rage,
jumps from the book, off the page
behind the letter, behind the word,
the tortured cry, seldom heard
Chapter to chapter, cover to cover,
this is the twisted tale, of the troubled lover.
Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants can be cured the Old Fashioned way.
that is, with bitters, sugar, water, and
Or treat it like Scurvy and add some limes and,
Speaking of limes, guess what else works? Cuba Libre! Diet Pepsi, lime, and,
Tonight’s remedy is Ginger Ale, Tabasco Sauce and a generous portion of,