a
fine bouquet
there
are those among us
whose experience is usually flawed
and those who don't
know it
having failed to
save the world
I know I have failed
having failed to make a fortune
or
even a secure living
I tread the abyss
on a bad day
and feel queasy even
when the sun shines looking
beyond the hour
not trusting in Providence
I'd like to tell you
that
I'm jealous of wild-eyed Neil
his loin cloth and his guru spirit
has shouted in my face "don't worry"
but I can't take the fret off
of my face
I want a bigger God
far more merciful
to put me in his pocket
with
bells and whistles
and a fine bouquet
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