C'Mon Toes, Let's Go
if you own your feet
they will take you to the greater theme park
but we are sad to see the old self go
and cling to the labors that bring us here
as though survival there was assured
through perpetual alertness
which meant that to change is to be mystified
there is a place in your head
where symbols just don't matter
and you don't need to predict
what will happen next
yet your measurements occur without deformity
every human's hope is to die laughing
yes let's satirize death
in a grand existential caricature
a mockery of the stepped on wristwatch
bottom line happy to be anywhere
running from the object of focus
knowing what it is to be a lesser thing
scribbling schematics on the walls of Paradise
which map the kaleidoscope of desire
with a breathless greeting
from the horse that pulls your cart
so let's ride a swing together sometime
and comfort us with a freezer full of deer meat
instead of killing ourselves to prove a really stupid point
bicycle messengered to Main St.
otherwise the odds are slender
Copyright © Walter Alter | Year Posted 2019
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