Bourgeoning Bullshit?
©03-19-2022, Olan L. Smith
What is what, and where is where.
Who said there is a finish? What oak tree
Posts the sign that reads, "Here is the end!"
Yonder is the terminus! Further is void less,
This the last terminal, I'm glad you rode
With us. Stretch your arms, stretch your feet,
Yawn, relax, and enjoy for nothing is zilch is
Naught. For your return trip ride with us!
Nothing noticing it is nothingness, discerning it is.
Emptiness aware while pondering what
Is beyond? It makes sense to me. Gather around
Kids, hold hands and singing "Kumbaya" for it is time
To realize the essence of being is unknown.
Om equals God, matches reality, and void generates
Expansion, meets everything floating in a pea thick
Soupy void full of life, full of bullshitters chattering.
YOU ARE READING
Poems from the Quill, by Olan L. Smith
Poetry"Poems from the Quill" is where I place current works that don't fall into other collections. It is here you will find obscure poems that range from constraint to free-verse. I began this collection as a contest entry, years ago, for what was then t...
