Sump Rose

“Yonder nor sorghum stenches shelled

ladle gulls stopper torque wet strainers.”

Ladle Rat Rotten Hut

Once again in the wilderness of words…

you know the meaning but do you know the sense…

even scientists can’t describe the universe clearly,

let alone schmucks like you and me…certainty is

what we long for…the assurance that comes with

the morning’s coffee, having a schedule, a plan,

what we need to do to keep the illusion on track…

my pit bull friend is barking in the back yard, 

but I have no treat for him today…I wonder how

long he’ll keep barking…same as the rest of us, 

really…meanwhile astronauts circle the moon…

will they survive re entry is the question…at least

they tried isn’t much of an answer…that goes on,

war goes on, paradise on earth eludes, history

distorts events that may have happened but probably 

not the way the scribes write them…what are gods

anyway…who came up with that notion and were

they seeing beings that they really had no words for

so they just made something up…thank the 

deconstructionists for that one, art laughing at what

we think is real solid and sure…the source of humor,

the saving grace of the absurdity, the koan we finally

get after giving up trying…we have to learn how to

let go because clinging is what we do instinctively,

the bugaboo of certainty again that does no good and

always disappoints…you understand the words but do

you get the meaning…the means to understand have

been around for a long time, but now that materialism

is predominant the light of wisdom is obscured by all

the stuff we’re addicted to…you name it…see if it’s 

around in a hundred years…but you won’t be there.