Sunday, August 7, 2016

The way the Gods like it.

And I 
Have always wanted 
To die -
And now you may 
Precede me
And show the way -

I did not sign up 
For this 
When I responded to 
Your blue eyes -

My family was always 
Very distant 
And correct 

It is not fair !
It's not fair !

And now I suffer 
The consequences of 
Caring -
And 
I am mad -
As the proverbial, wet 
Hen !

She didn't ask to be 
A hen or 
To be red -
But that 
Is just the way 
It turned out,

They say -

That is life, 
They say -

And we must 
Adjust 
- yeah right -

And there is a way 
To do this all 
Very
Correctly 

Very 
New-agey -

As if I knew -

And 
If I knew -
I would never have been 
There that day 
And begun this 
-Whatever it is-

Journey 

Damn and blast -

-My British ancestors are 
Aghast-
What have I done ?
- gone and violated 
The great edict! of
Not caring 
Of 
Never sharing 
Any bit 
Any part 
Of  
The heart -

They were so 
Right 
One needs must stay 
Uptight !
Stay in 
Whatever closet 
One is in -
Do not come out 
And roam 
About 

For there are the monsters 
Of doubt 
Of hurt of pain 
Of try and try 
     Over and over
     Again 

And 
The worst of it is -
There is 
     No way out !

The way is 
Through -
The center of the 
Storm -
The center 
Of the earth -

It is impossible - !

Just -

The way 
The Gods 

Like it.