Family time

Tuesday, April 1, 2008

Heaven help the fool

Fool's gold
fool's errand
fools rush in
fool's paradise

I once read that a fool was a person who continued repeating a series of steps to a predetermined outcome in the hopes of getting a different result. The person who wrote that must never have been in love, or lost a love, or loved someone who just didn't give a damn.

If I speak in cyberspace
and no one is
can I flutter the mythical
of that tired old butterfly in Tokyo?

did jung have it
wait for one exacting moment of
when the orsine defecation,
in the woods, no less,
moves the gears together
and a spark is lit
illuminating axons and receivers
in grand triumphal song.

or not.

I have always loved a soapbox and no one has to listen
tend to interrupt a lot
and talk really loud and crude

so I will continue to throw it at the wall
for a little while longer
and see what sticks, if any.

Happy April Fools, to all

(my fellow fools).

Robert Sommers
April 1, 2008
Fallbrook, California