The Reuben

just some ghosts in the kitchen (Poem 7 of 30, April 2014)

making up what are the conditions for adulthood
the dinner parties and professions of choice
and the entrees on the better plates, plates that match, and were procured from the open air market
silent descent to rec rooms, family rooms, carpeted lounges, the liquor cabinets in that super inviting state of unlockedness
i blame viet nam and est therapy
but more likely, rental halls with folk dancing and yoga sessions are the significant agitators
getting bored with spouses and children and society and accountability are resultant effects
the psychological abandonment of anything grounded, flinging cosmic unpreparedness into the awarenessphere
the tao te cha-ching
I can’t get back to the childish occurrences
I can’t reassemble the stunning revelations
like rivers through oceans
no one is interested in circumnavigating the unknown
least of all me, most of all of me

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