“PLAYING WITH YOURSELF!” a poem a.k.a.: “No, No, That is NOT What I Mean; Get Your Mind Back In The Gutter, Where It Belongs!”
September 3, 2018 – MOON! daze – are funky!
ARE YOU GONNA “FAKE” YOUR OWN DEATH? (Do it any time you want!)
Go ahead! Marry yourself! – and “stage”-you a little “haunt!!”
Where you can, maybe, POSSESS YOURSELF, just like “Beetle Juice,”
Or – be LIKE Howard Hughes, in his fancy SPRUCE-y GOOSE!?
IF THE STORY IS YOURS, RELAX! IF YOU CAN,
But do not try to figure-it-out! For you are JUST “a (wo)MAN!?”
With something like an ego – and no idea of THE GOAL,
Or GOD – or fate, for Heaven’s sake – or of (The) YOUR OVERSOUL!
The wheels are (really) NOT in motion, and you are not-much-of-a-HUB,
When you appear, caught-in-this-whirling(?) – on a planet called: Earth Club!
You think you’ve got FREE WILL!! – and some kind of direction,
When everything around you, Hon – is a friggin’ darn reflection!
So! Make some plans, Sucker, for you’re less than a mouse,
Can you relax? or enjoy? an-apparent-ride-in-this-here-HOUSE?
And – is this house even a body? – or just-an-atomic-group!?
Filled with silly confidence – AND A WHOLE LOT OF (pause)
Don’t get too attached – to the life that YOU (think you) PERCEIVE,
It’s a SHADOWY VAPOR, Ba-bay – and you’ll never, ever leave!! 🙂 – Whoa!