Imponderables

 

 

                         Falling leaves of Autumn

                         bittersweet

                         reach out to those I love

                         when something holds me back

                         there is misgiving at life's curve

                         civilizations as mighty  have gone before

 

                         We sit together in private places

                         seduced by a burger on a bun

                         bellies wallow in a spectator sport

                         impaled upon a sit-com

                         beached on a sandy shore

 

                         Let us take the grand tour

                         through canned laughter and the one liner

                         down crooked streets of childhood

                         laid heavy with guilt

                         Oh  minister of the soul

                         who drives a stick shift

                         thousands of years

                         have prepared for this

 

                         Armageddon will find me

                         with coffee in a paper cup

 

 

 

                                                        Jack Mashman

                                                        Rev. 1994