Spontaneous Sayings Sans Sanity #8
mh   6/21/98


"i don’t see why i should even care"
the wise man shouts from
streets of rusted gold
like some crippled cockroach 
without an underbelly;

beyond his gates women weep 
for the loss of their funs 
to the war of boredom, 
while our friend 
the old blind man with no teeth 
whittles a stick into a toothpick;

inside, the wise man 
scratches his woolly goatee 
wondering what to make 
out of minced meat and stale hot dog buns 
while 747’s carrying men to business trips- 
perhaps to market a new bun recipe, 
fly overhead in silent sonic booms;

"i’m beginning to hear voices" 
the wise man tells himself out-
loud and then responds with a 
silent, "yeppers, i sure am."
at gradual school they had 
taught him he was his own id 
 entity, which means he has 
desires and needs like everyone
else, thus losing his identity 
to a single space and misplaced 
thought between the "d" and "e";

outside the gates, 
beyond the wise man’s 
mumblings of psychology, 
little children run free, most 
knowing that "d" comes before
"e" except after "b", which is 
around 8:00 PM for most of them.