Wednesday, July 23, 2014

What we don't expect

Why does it seem so often that whenever something really good happens in my life, something really shitty seems to follow up directly?'s fucking creepy sometimes.

Here is a poem about that kind of stupidity.


Blindsided Squared

the unexpected shows up
so unexplained
almost outrageous
in its arrival
like a desert oasis
or a flash flood.

Sensory assaults:
heat and cold,
joy and sorrow
caught me unaware
so that I was left blinking, stunned
and tingling.

These are the things we
never expect.
The ones that throw us hard
into the wide open
where anything can happen

and nothing
is rote.

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