5/22/09

just like all the others

the daily inanity,
chronicled,
makes me laugh
hysterically,
in those quiet,
semi-private
moments,
like this one,
as I sit outside the school
in my car, listening
to the programmed pleas
of endless voices,
peddling, pandering,
when the snippet of sound
breaks through
the aural clutter:
"If today were your last day."
Wow.
that's a whole book right there,
certainly not
treatable
in a few hastily scribbled lines,
killing some time,
waiting to write down
all of the good intentions
intended to give meaning
to an existence
that stumbles on,
all efforts notwithstanding;
if today were the one,
it would have begun
and stopped,
just like all the others.



May 19, 2009.

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