The MILLION-YEARS MASQUERADE IV:
Prelude
I am in love
with the bare chests
of strangers, and
I do not know
what I want them for.
Will this chest
look good
with my bed?
Sigh.
I could try it out and see.
The real jungle
is the people,
not the trees.
Animals evolve into things
that will learn to consume
the world
around them
more efficiently;
it is the only way.
I can only understand ownership
right now, so romantic love
would be absolutely absurd to me.
I see it all as
two or more competing businesses,
maybe cooperating occasionally,
but always for the automatic
purpose of getting
whatever they want.
The people stand like buildings
on the street, some smiling
like cannibals with no remorse;
but, so rarely, in another’s eyes,
you will see the shimmering truth:
some things are really quite sacred.
I scheduled this post more than two weeks ago, but just realized today how relevant it is (especially Stanza 4) to Black Friday Eve. Sorry, I meant Thanksgiving. I’ve been living in America too long.
Love always,
your Mister
Lonely Hearts Chapel 