Obsessing

Obsessing

Think it through? I can't. I never could.

A spider trapped and stuck in its own web.

I come to no conclusion. Open-ended.

Or to the same conclusion once again.

I'm walking on a treadmill. It keeps running.

Every step I take, I stay in place.

If I stopped walking, would it take me backward?

In a world of several billion people,

Everybody has his loyalties -

Country, union, god and family,

And as many fads as he can muster,

If they're modern. Here I sit in Denny's

And watch the milling carnival of drunks.

A baseball cap on backwards and a gun -

The Yankee contribution to the arts.

No one but a phony says “the arts”.

10-27-13

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