PRIMATOLOGY (Pt. 2)

Great Ape knows 

what Freedom is

He worships his tool in public

He flogs the missus at will

He takes what he wants

drills what he wants

enslaves who he wants

kills who he wants.

He doesn't answer to anyone

but ego, his God

Because he's Free.

"It's Free country, right?"

Right.

PRIMATOLOGY (Pt. 1)

Great Ape sees banana.

Great Ape wants banana.

Great Ape proceeds down forest path

in general direction of banana.

He doesn't ask why he wants banana,

or why he chose this particular path.

"I just want banana, okay?"

Okay.

 

WHAT DO I KNOW?

I've never seen Breaking Bad

I don't know who Henry Cavill is,

I could not care less about 

Meaghan and Harry's latest royal tiff.

I refuse to watch TV ads

I think they're poison,

and the reason 

Americans' brains

have turned to custard.

I think Facebook 

is a total disaster,

I've never even looked 

at TikTok, 

it's all too much for me.

I don't think either 

Steve Jobs or Elon Musk

are geniuses,

or that technology is 

synonymous with progress.

But I know what phase 

the Moon is in (waning gibbous),

and I know that the bees love 

the verbena out back.

I know it was 118º

in Siberia the other day,

and that the crows fly 

west to go 

home at sunset.

And I'm quite certain 

no one knows

where we're headed,

or who's watching,

or why.

SAMSARA 

I just put the trash out

but already

the bin is full.

I just did the dishes

and already 

there are more in the sink.

I just put gas in the car

but now

the tank is empty.

I just was born

and already

it's time to die.

ANICCA

Life is a series of struggles

that's what the Buddha meant:

"Life is dukkha"

the content changes

but the vessel 

stays the same --

same band, 

different tune. 

When I was young

I sought them out

me against the world --

Arrrrrrrgh!

Now that I'm old

I just sit back

and let the struggles

come to me.

5/6/21

AFTER WANG FAN-CHIH

When the bigshots whiz by

in their sleek

Mercedeses 

and Teslas,

I feel small in 

my tired old Honda.

But I feel better

when I pass

a bus stop

crowded with women 

and babies

and wheezing old men.

INGENUITY (or, Life on Mars)

They flung a thingamajig

300 million miles

across open space

and hit a rock

zipping along at 

14 miles per second.

Bullseye!

Those guys must be

pretty smart.

Copter goes up.

Copter goes down.

People cheered.

Meanwhile,

I saw a man 

dumpster-diving

for potato skins,

and a woman

begging quarters

with her two

doe-eyed boys.

And I'll be darned if 

there wasn't 

a rocket scientist 

in sight.