Go Figure

 

I think you would understand better

if you didn’t know what I was saying.

Take rhododendrons soaked in mashed

potatoes, or Yes, please, pour me a urine

based elephant cocktail. What if I began

a poem at the end and end it with the

beginning? What if I didn’t write a word

and told you to fill in the blanks? Would

I then be guilty of the Sin of Omission?

I could compose a poem with only verbs,

Run, run, run, run, run, run... How then

would you know that I’m done, or who

it was really crossed the finish line first

and won? Face it, I am confused as hell,

and so are you. It has been that way ever

since...but that never stopped us from

trying. Give it up, I keep trying to tell

you, it’s all way beyond our understan-

ding. The complexities are far too

overwhelming, don’t you think? Let’s

you and I give it another shot tomorrow.

It’ll be a secret just between you and me.

There will always be those who believe

we might be crazy. Say your prayers and

finish your dinner. There are bound to be

those days which go unaccountable where

there is nothing momentous to say. Call me

looney, but on this day in passing I needed

to be on the record if for no other reason

than to fill in the blanks. Pretty self-serving,

wouldn’t you say? Isn’t that how we get by

on these mundane days we’ll never recall

anyway?

                  -30-

Chris Hanch 7-2-2021