Poetry Corner

 

At La Miga for comida with friends,

very early in cool shade of the 

canopy and the trees, sweet music 

playing so poetry corner. Why not?

“Things are very clear when you’re 

cornered.”

Mind if I cut in

                       to reality?

Or does reality cut into me?

What is human spirit?

Team spirit?
Corporate Ethos?

Maybe it’s the magic of being at all alive,

sniffing the air,  eating a final strawberry.

“Meanwhile, the flight of crows had ceased.”

Meaning we go on from here.

You can only do your best with what you have.

Soon, that won’t be true anymore.

Retards will have implants that make them

smarter than Einstein…

athletes will all be bionic so differences of 

sex won’t matter. Humanity is evolving 

exponentially, like it or not.

Wow, what a busy little corner!
I think I’ll listen to the music 

and watch the trees.