Morning Poem

First coffee in new place tastes good….

maybe I can get something done, but,

do I feel the need?

Stimulate the poetry machine with various

substances…see what happens….just an

experiment in futility.

We do what we want whether we like it 

or not…how many play bingo on Friday

at the church?

Who would deny a masterpiece? 

That’s why all this belief in God, “Whatever”,

because we have no idea what happened.

If you were born in Paradise, the worst thing

you could do is try to figure out how

you got there.