
the other night
i got up for a piss
something got me thinking
about what i'd ask for
if i was granted a wish
not two or three
just one
what would i wish for?
Bukowski did his best thinking
when he was snapping one out
not being fecally minded
the universe stepped in
and i was given another route
i'm a rainy day parade kinda guy
some shit just won't fly
and no matter how you try
here's me just getting by
just being casual
just being loose
so
i thought long
and
i thought hard
about
what i was thinking
about
in my mind the turmoil began
wayward wind driven thoughts
just all up and blew away
i sat there mouth all slack
eyes glazed with a bubble of dip shit spit
slowly slipping from the corner of my mouth
but here’s the thing
the ring a ding ding
the very bedrock
to which i cling
this A game
i'm expected to bring
it don't mean jack
it don't mean a thing
i was in a doozy
i was in a pickle
a pebble i had thrown into a pond
showed me a truth inside a ripple
i couldn't remember how to wish
let alone what to wish for
or what i should
even if i could
i'd wish i would
About the Creator
Bren
“I know what I mean it to be and respect that someone else may read something entirely different.”
Centre Stage with the wonderful Heather Hubler



Comments (1)
"the truth inside the ripple"......this did at it should, started me thinking