two extemporized poems

 I. I feel like Austin Powers learning everything that happened since the sixties every damn day.

again, all I do is ask questions.
so I endure endless lectures willingly,
in fact at my request,
and I take half-chewed on food for thought
(held together by its own conviction)
(crumpled into a tiny ball by me)
and stuff it into some wriggling muscle
on my tiny body.

There is nothing I can say to everyone
and hardly something I can say to anyone.
I don't like to shut people out or down
because what if I might miss something and what would I be then?
Swallowed words and swallowed sermons are my substance,
which I shit out daily, unrecognizable, as a natural digestive function.

II. facebook status verse

Though a time will come when I speak to you in and of all reality,

for now let’s speak in parable,

so we can agree at this point precisely.

Though our interpretations may vary wildly,

we will not be hindered in superlative pursuit.

I tell you that you are not of this world!

It is a false world.  There is another, greater.

While this is a world of comparison, fear of missing out,

collected friends, and justified adventures,

I promise, a Great, Curious, Missing In world all around this one !

We are all going there, when we are done here, you can’t unsee that.

Awkward and not at all eloquent,

we spend most hours of the day doing outrageously normal things.

Don’t go without some comfort: in all reality, you’ll find awakened

in your heart things that had no place here.