HERE WE GO AGAIN

Because we have no idea

when it ends; we fly merrily

from Birch to Oak to

Persimmon...

Because we have no idea

of the fly perched on the rim of the

porcelain cup just at the place we will

soon kiss and slurp its footprints.

But that’s us, with our lips curled;

our innocent sneer and empty eyes

a dead give-away to the knowledge that

we have no idea what we have

done.

Because we have no idea

who we are, we smile with the

understanding that even as we slide

a stainless dagger between the ribs of

Diana, Mona, Victorine, and every

woman Georgia O’Keefe ever painted,

we know the math, we understand the

science and have the technology to heal

what we have so delicately sliced

to pieces and maintain its monetary

value.

… to a cherry in bloom, to the distorted

limbs of a wild Olive, always with a secret

desire to nest one last time in the dark

twists of some isolated and tortured

Hemlock.

Reviews

[ProphetsMother]

Know thyself is very important so we don't go to these dark corners and make mistakes. Especially the ones that end someone's life.. I've made many mistakes but if we can be as honest as this poem then we can better know ourselves and then choose to be better.

[Vol]

Mom,
Socrates said, The unexamined life is not worth living," but from what I see hardly anyone cares...
Vol

[Lorry]

Wouldn't it be a kick, that when we are finally swatted off this mortal coil, the last thought we will have as we run the express chute to hell, would be to find that there is indeed a heaven, but it's only for flies we swat and animals we have massacred, unthinkingly "thinking" that because we dragged our sorry asses out of the food chain, it gave us some kind of divine right to think that we were somehow superior to other creatures, when in fact it is those buzzy little irritants that are the Lords and we are way beneath the flies?
Could we really blame them? But please tell me we are above the dung beetle, please?! 😊

[Vol]

Lorry,
I expect Agrajag might just agree with you, but I don't think the answer is 42.
Vol

[Lorry]

But what would the bowl of petunias have to say about it? No one ever thinks of the flowers point of view, do they?
🙄
I've got to read those books again, and rewatch the movie too! 😊

[Vol]

Someday, The literati will recognize the importance of H2G2, the most accurate commentary on life in these particular modern times since Green Acres or the Addams Family. EVERYONE is clueless, and no more prepared to face life than Arthur, naked except for his robe, slippers and borrowed towel.

[John the Baptist]

Ordinarily, I don't pay attention to my coffee cup as I read the morning news. Now, however, I will be eying it every ten seconds. If I hear buzzing, I'll start flailing in every direction with my trusty flyswatter. Will probably end up smashing the cup and sending hot coffee all over the cat sleeping on the floor. Thanks.

[Vol]

John,
I live in rural texas, if I worried about flies, id have no time for anything else. Walk into the kitchen, and immediately see eight or ten of the little *@#*$ and figure I can begin cooking after I kill, oh... eight or ten of their numbers, and any others as they present themselves.
Vol

[willweb]

Seems to me there is more to this poem as it branches out across different territories. What is common is often uncommon to those who read things into something that is not there but to those who see, much is found in the waiting.

[Vol]

WW, Thanks, man... it is the greatest joy of poetry to find it's secrets... well, also applied to all artistic genre.

[fallon]

I love the imagery of the trees here. The undertone of darkness woven into the beautiful, serene imagery almost in a Baudelaire way but more gentle and feminine.

[Vol]

Fallon,
There is something about breathing the air so recently exhaled from forest trees...read moreFallon,
There is something about breathing the air so recently exhaled from forest trees...
Vol

[fallon]

Agreed. I literally just walked through the woods and am feeling that right now

[Vol]

The forest is a "Thin Place" for me... and I have moved to the desert...