I Write Poetry

UPON PRETENTIOUS SMUG UNDERSTANDING OF THE UNFATHOMABLY VAGUE.

Kismet incarnate
weeping times and visceral projection
give way to cruelly murdered fates.
The ebb and flow of consciousness
the tug and pull of awareness,
all combine to make this dream
take place while we're awake.

Kismet incarnate
so begins the lesson
the obtuse leanings of Diogenes,
fictitious philosophers belong in barrels.
I belong in a zoo.
So do you.