I'd better write a poem

To get some hits on my blog

to justify my existence

because it’s what I do

I’d better write a poem

for the five people that read them

for all of humanity that doesn’t

so the future can remember the past

without me.

Karma is infinite and inevitable…

no wonder people would rather believe

in anything to cover that gaping void

sparsely hidden by phenomena;

the magic show, the dream, the mirage.

“Oh, ravenous for feces!”

Your temporary pleasures rot in the hot sun.

Go right ahead!

There’s no stopping you, except that it stops

by its own accord.

Don’t think about this:

you think too much already.

Trust your senses and always go back to them.

All you need to know is in front of you.