Jameson, Absolute, Nietzsche, and the Cat

Irish whiskey, Russian vodka, German existentialism, and a snotty cat. Never, never a good idea to mix these before bedtime!

Moon on the horizon.
Soft breeze rattles the 
brambles out by the 
old barn.
The cat enters, looks 
about and begins to 
speak.

“Fears take flight after years 
of drinking the tears away 
while the days responsibilities 
are laughable in the light of 
satori's brilliant realization. 
Silly, silly man, thinking reality 
something to achieve, a destination 
to discover, a journey to undertake. 
Listen and I will tell you what little 
I have learned burning away my 
short time on this horizon of 
understanding. 
All that is transitory is a metaphor 
for the eternal and all that is eternal 
is a metaphor for the self. 
The self is the collective consciousness 
we all share and what we share is our 
experience of being. 
Being is nothing but an illusion created 
in the mind of God while God is simply 
a metaphor for eternity in the mind of
man. 
Now pour me some kibble for I know 
many things, but do not possess opposable 
thumbs”.

I woke with a start, cursing the spinning 
room and swearing never to mix Jameson 
and Absolute again.
The cat finished her kibble and crapped 
in the litter box.

 

Reviews

[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

Amazing! I think not mixing anymore would be a good idea. Great poem Patrick.