Not A Sucker Looking For Succor

I figured it out.

It always ends badly.

Even Midas didn’t have enough gold

to buy his way out of reality.

Dictators always wind up strung up

on a lamppost.

“Et tu, Brutis?”

Power makes fools of anybody.

Tilopa ate fish guts because that’s all he had.

“The whole world’s gold to me!” he said. 

Obviously an approach most would consider crazy.

“ Look at the birds of the air who neither sew or reap

or store away in barns.” Jesus. So you see it has been done.

Trust….in what, wishful thinking or

the way things are?

The way things are, if you can see.

To see, you have to look, not falling into open manholes

because you’re distracted by your cell phone,

shockingly common these days.

So much stuff, so little truth.

The truth now is an obstacle to so many fantasies.

A dark shadow creeps and looms over the domain

of the Homosap.

“You know that something’s happening here, but

you don’t know what it is, do you, Mr. Jones?”