bleak comparisons
of my life
to the
hard dark ugly
nasty brutish cruel
vicious sad terrifying
realities of the world
endured (or not) by those
who actually do suffer
(Biafra Lebanon Guatemala)
(rape schizophrenia cancer)
are too pathetic
for the waste of pen & paper,
however poetic i render them.
once in my life — once! —
have i been so stricken.
once.
my life is rough at times,
and this tooth hurts like a mother
and three times my heart has been
honestly broken and
my mother's death was
phone-call sudden,
but compared to the lives
of millions in the truly
dark places of this sad world,
i am on vacation
staying in the luxury suite.
or, to quote Zevon:
poor, poor pitiful me.
poor, poor pitiful me.