From the far south side of Chicago

March 4, 2009

At 59, listening to my 16-year old self

Filed under: poetry — Gill @ 12:57

Growing up is
choosing what to want
proving Schopenhauer wrong

Trading youth, beauty, agility of mind
for irresistible fingernails
and immovable bowels

Murder your dreams
for the retirement
of your dreams

Specializing
ever smaller parts of life
for the whole

Routine boring
pointless inevitable
slow slide into death

Life only seeks to be,
squirming on that hook
religious fantasies etherize

Hate yourself your life
rage
a rotten deal

Vile motives boil
rationality scabrous
swelling sac of pus sews shut

Giving up all
for mortgaged marriages
betting on stability improbable

Reinventing yourselves
new wrappers
same saccharine souls

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