Coup Du Jour

A Coup du Jour,

A Little Deuce Coup.

A mouse that roared

in front of me between 

me and my retreat shrine,

trying to scare me because

I was so still.

A blow to the ego every 

time you turn around…

which is why Buddha said

“Life sucks!”  (that’s a 

paraphrase…)

I could translate this into 

Mexican surreality…(oh,

Sartre, you’re so smartre)

The blow of seeing color 

outside my bedroom window

as I lie there, hoping I don’t

have to get up again.

It’s a deuce coup, 

a two edged sword

that cuts a blow

both ways. Manjushri’s

(name dropper!)

dare.

You marry into the pain

you grew up with.

Because nothing had a 

sense of humor, the

Big Bang happened.

Hopefully, they won’t

crucify the next person

that says

“You got this all wrong.”

At the end of the well

traveled path, there

are no forks….

to conclude the end of the

last beginning, just to get

back to nowhere,

the epiphenomina of a 

cigarette is smoke and ash…

the artifact is the butt.

It’s all about surface tension…

social meniscus…

keeping up with the memes.

But, then, you would have to 

be there.