Today, in honor of the “potential luckiness of the number 13”, I was to write a poem that joyfully states that “Everything is Going to Be Amazing.” If I couldn’t find the enthusiasm to write myself a riotous pep-talk, I was to muse on good things coming down the track. This world offers us the persistent possibility of surprise. Right. Reminds me of people who say “happy memorial day.”
I grudgingly wrote to this prompt today with a contrarian pall over my heart. When I feel something is wrong, but no one will tell me what, fear of the unknown weighs heavy.
Nope. It Ain’t.
I don’t mean nothin’, Man.
We jus’ gotta get out of this place.
Look up at the stars, forget the mud
and reality. Live the dream, Baby.
It ain’t easy being green, or stupid,
or a timid runt. But love conquers all,
What lives it don’t flat out ruin.
Up against the wall. The man gotcha.
It’s a meaningless number, three
little birds just told me, freedom,
It’s just another word. We can check out
anytime we like, but we can never leave.
Every little thing gunna be all right,
if it’s the last thing we ever do.
Look both ways at the pluses and minuses.
Mind the gaps for ways to escape.