walking towards The Way - A Poem
the walrus and the carpenter
never had it so good
never
had to have babies with ladies
never
had to go on
existential acid trips with
remarkably successful bugs.
The crustaceans
didn’t fare so well,
afterthoughts never do, y’know
‘
(but I digress—one
of the better qualities of
this errant piece)
Sometimes the damn words and
the damn images
side-slide like unchanneled mercury
thru the farthest chambers
of your mind,
they may start as fat mammals and
noisy hand jobs then
chart their own course to
the ecstasy of the Elysium fields.
y’never know.
the process can be
that uncertain
at times, so
this is not good work for
accountants or dogcatchers.
Other interested parties can
apply by looking for
broken, luminescent shells that
mirror your good side
as a god reborn,
your bad side as an incomplete
line, arcing gently toward itself.
If you find that shell, take it home.
And begin.
© Robert Cook
