Imaginary Candy

A man with a card that said,
“Free Lance Social Commentator,”
standing beside me at a corner across town
where a sewer was backing up,
proposed to me, “Tis a sad life we lead
when the most excitement many people ever have is being sick.”
(At least I hear that the condition of the sewer eventually improved.)

 

The beauty of things passes,
as our need for them lapses.

 

Over on a playground I saw this chap with a steely look in one eye,
and more of a carbon gaze in the other, talking to a group of children,
and the part I overheard was this, “…and since men do not know the purpose of life
they imagine-up gods, and they further imagine-up that the gods tell them
what the purpose is, and that’s the way that little bagatelle is played.”
(Several of the nippers appeared a bit upset so the gent passed out
some imaginary candy.)

 

Muse:

In a 3-D world,
space has no room to move around,
and time seems always out of sync.

 

Message left on a bathroom wall for out of towners:
“Just remember, things are not as bad as you think
or else you wouldn’t be here.”

(May we assume somewhere a scribe flashed with pride.)

J.

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