April 20, 2009

NEVER UNDERSTOOD

by Randall Rogers

WHERE THE HELL
HAVE THE FROZEN
MISTS OF IMMEMORIAL
TIME SHUT THEIR PORTALS
TO MATTER AND MIND
PONDERLESS
SPECULATION
IN A BASKET
WITH FRIES
AND COLESLAW?

I SAW MYSELF SLOWLY DYING
THEN WAKENING TO LIVE AGAIN
BEFORE
AN ABILITY TO ACHIEVE
JOY, HAPPINESS, COMFORT OR SATISFACTION
LEFT ME
ALONE
AND UPON WAKENING
I ASKED WHY?

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