my giant ears
and an espresso
Mercy for the poor
mercy for the homeless
mercy for the oppressed
mercy for those
who have no safe land of their own
5.2.2026
Only one of my giant ears
still works a little
but I do have two
somewhat functional
(if bifocaled) eyes
and I absolutely see
the difference
between right and wrong.
Resist.
So Water said to Mountain,
“I have an idea. I will drop down on you as snow.
Nice and cool. A water supply for you.
This snow will slowly melt
and run down your sides and make rivers.
The rivers will give you a rinse
and take water down to the flatlands.
How’s that?”
Mountain like the idea, so they did that,
then a few hundred million years passed
and it was today.
I drank a fair amount of espresso today.
How beautiful,
how perfect
the flowers on my cactus
that live for just one day
they bloom with color and glory
if only for a short while
and I stand there marveling at the sight
wondering why it is
that the cactus flowers move me
like no other
more than roses
more than lilies
when it dawns on me
that they are all the more lovely
because they will die so soon
how human of them
My road to heaven is not the same as yours
likewise my road to hell is different too
life is often random
I have had two marriages
one lasted thirty minutes
and the other lasted a lifetime
love is often random
when I was young I was ruled by my anger
I had to learn to let that go
my choices can be more random
I live a quiet life now
I say ’no’ more often than ever
the things I say ‘yes’ to are quite random
I might mention heaven and hell
but I don’t believe in them
or fate
I believe what happens in life is mostly random
now I will end this poem
I might make an espresso or sweep the kitchen
or both
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