Blasting Through
Dangerous
the thought pattern
thinking what
becomes of me
whereupon I am
no more but a
soul
am I a soul
or random heart
beating
a ripple
in meaningless
time
or something profound
where the universe
pivot and create
themselves/itself anew
(in you?)
hard to tell
but good mental health
banks on the latter.
©2024 Randall Rogers All rights reserved.
Randall Rogers is a US poet recently moved to Denver. Not for the weed. More opportunities to poeticize. Randall is an island. He says “A pet would be alright but they poop.” So he remains an island. My two parakeets Greenie and Blue flew into the window of my new place and both died within minutes of my arrival. Dang, I should have closed the curtains/blinds!” Randall works with the Beatnik Cowboy.