QUANDARY

There was a time when

I was trapped in a tidal pool

floating dismembered

and disconnected,

looking for whatever it was

that brushed against

the bottom of my foot.

And when the water boiled

I cooked to nothing and stayed

that way a long time.

A long time…

A long time…

Until I understood

whatever it was that

tickled my sole

didn’t even matter.

When you are old,

the choice between

Plato and Sartre

becomes someone else’s

ridiculous quandary.

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

I would probably choose Plato, because I found the best way to read Sartre is drunk. You still won't understand him, but then, you won't care.

[Vol]

John,
Hahahaha! I know, right... it is AKK such arrogance! I am FRENCH!" Why am I here?
Vol

[Poetic Beauty]

The older you get the less important some things become…
For me that would be designer clothes. I wear what I like cheap or semi pricey

[Vol]

PB,
Very few come to a full realization of themselves.... and those who went before, the ones who wrote stuff, those who went to Harvard to study under George Santayana... all of them sound like wind in dry grass... Give me my naked lover and a little time alone and ALL of it disappears forever...
Vol

[Poetic Beauty]

Naked lovers tend to make you forget a lot of things lol

[jacob erin-cilberto]

too old to dare question
too old to care of the answer
if we reached that age, we deserve to laugh at that tickle that has been our life.
j.

[Vol]

Is there such a thing as non-existentialism?