When they ask me
what I've been doing
‘cos inevitably
nosy will,
I’ll not cower in my
unproductive,
live-n-direct,
so-so
landing w/o running
traveling w/o moving
participating w/o knowing
the teaching
for this monastery of life's not calling
so must do nothing
amid insults to the heart
and where is the love
in all
this
illegitimate being
when unable to abide in the self
through no love lost
narcissism
displays in 3D slow-mo
popularity stakes
vampire
caught up in the dark
night of no soul
mojo’s left the building
while I flounder
deep amidst
doubt &
unknown depths of uncertainty
where belief has no place
on the road to hell
is paved
with Fan ice and sugary drinks
are on
me
don't know what to do
in some divine matrix
never ready
4 the truth of who I am /be/are
beyond the pale of my
in-significance.