To abstain,
To obtain,
To sustain;
That, dear Prince ,
Is the answer...
The question doesn't matter,
And it will drive you
(and yours) crazy.
Questioning ends
In gross self-pity
(as though, as you know,
there
were another kind)
And warps the mind
No matter the good
or Noble intentions.
But the curse
(in all this)
is the sustaining
(you know, where you
Find yourself) wandering
(as we see).
Yes,
Indeed,
Sustaining is the crux,
And, of course, yes
The course, that
must begin
With the others,
What our new wise men
(very unlike Uncle P)
call foundational.
Thus, Sustaining is much
More difficult,
Despite TS and
His
(this, the dead land,
the cactus land, really?)
maundering,
Than Princing.
And so
Here we are,
Definitely not Princing
And, perhaps, glad of it.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry
PoezjaTHIS POEM SITUATES CONTEMPORARY LIFE AS A GROWTH EXPERIENCE, NOT A CONTEMPLATION OF WHAT MIGHT BE. IT DENIES THE 20TH CENTURY NOTIONS OF BEING AND NOT BEING.