Roses are red and
Saturn blazes scarlet in the sky
Or is that Mars?
I was never a physicist
They said I asked too many questions.
So I became a poet instead and
Now I’ll discover the answer to
Nothing
In particular
They’re there but
They’re very vague
I’ll never grasp them
Never fold my lips around them.
Doomed to be the unanswered bequest
I the silent messenger.
All I can do is lilt my lyrics a little
Try my best to keep you satisfied
In the meantime
While I
Howl at the moon and
Curse Mother Earth and
Convert myself to hypocrisy.
Doesn’t have to be this way
Of course, not natural
But it is, natural
Is it not?
Because it is.
CPT ‘14
Kirsten Mackie
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