Oh Nature!
Oh being alive,
Years and decades behind me now,
Work seems arduous nowadays,
But that's how it happens,
Done with one job,
Moving on to another,
Done with this person,
Clinging to yet another,
Hard work and harder times,
Such remarkable stage fright,
All those rad party anthems,
All those other bad rhymes,
That closing red velvet curtain,
We bow and bend to find,
The audience clapped just to be kind,
We're all alone anyway,
One in the same,
On this midway ride,
Bright lights and brass horns at times,
Layers of trite alleys and ley lines,
Crass slums and general chaos rules,
Pandemonium with its turbulent hum,
Scattering angel dust from rooftops,
Hurrying down perilous sidewalks,
Harried along this precarious journey,
Danger falling from the dicey sky,
Splicing marred and failing body parts,
Proud flesh scarred and pierced and spiked,
Spicy rice curry in a bland land,
Earthquakes wake us from our randy dreams,
Something buried rising out of the bandy earth,
Grasping at our wretched lives,
Washing us into the reckless sea,
Battered with rogue waves,
Dragged under by careless currents,
Pitiful and scourged by Neptune himself,
Waking in the belly of some great whale,
Suffering those raging leviathan atmospheres,
Transitionally aging from this to that,
Forever morphing with our dreadful fears,
Proving we are alive with all our grievous tears,
Searching for meaningful origins,
Seeking phenomenal and marvelous beginnings,
Dreaming exceptional endings,
Remembering fragments filled with momentous light,
All that remarkable illuminated existence,
Something sensible and satiable,
More than pure and simply breathable,
Something surely sustainable,
Not just ponderously insatiable,
But the feckless stars interfere,
Arousing naked reckless you,
Those long shapely legs,
Tip-toeing out of the shadows,
Tap-dancing across the universe,
Pondering other exceptional galaxies,
Reminded of those wondrous Sunday picnics in the park,
Recollecting our grueling holidays with Heil Hitler,
All that drum beating and holy marching,
Tramping unholy political streets,
Old Joe Stalin shadowed by despots like Saddam Hussein,
Warbling savage war tunes o'er shifting desert sands,
Trekking up one cruel dune,
Stumbling down a grueling other,
Those distant rumbling camel trains,
Rumpled like a mirage in the far off distance,
Reciting verse from the Quran,
Reckoning life with other promising quatrains,
Desert rats scrambling,
Rambling past the shifting stars,
Fumbling beneath the burning sun,
Grumbling pachyderms chained,
Slaves forced to work and run,
Relentless scavengers cackling and cawing,
Delighting over every smoking gun,
There's the corpse there's the motive,
Assaulted and broken and bleeding,
Falling down and breaking apart,
Flying to the imaginary moon and back again,
Blinded by poverty and that cursed street-cred pain,
Tasting drops of our own hot blood,
Gagging on bloody mistakes and ready habits,
Learning about life that hard and steady way,
All our daily gambling,
All our sordid vacations with cruddy Caesar and those other rakish Emperors,
So much deadly gambling,
All our morbid vocations,
All that true regret,
Horrid nights with Romeo and Juliet,
What is?
True love and compassionate giving,
So much greed and heady living,
Oh bountiful nature!
Loving and living,
Such glorious stature!
Passionately alive,
Such passionate rapture!