Friday, April 24, 2015

aesop's fables.

III. going against the grain.

there is a fish.

he is nibbling at the back of your feet
pushing you forward.
a step further

up to the surface of the coy pond.

upon inhalation i steal oxygen
i steal
all of the information

left unattended on the altar.

this is a dream. this whole time
this was seriously just a dream.

you got your point across
with your bitchy punishment, god out there.
i promise that i
will never sleep again! sorry!

i forever will walk open-eyed
until all bodhisatva.

and if a spiritual experience
is when you smile without force
despite afflictions,

i want to know what else
is out there.

if not,
resort to old ways.