the harder you try, the harder you die

the waste of words and days and lives
continue with a stunning
regularity
as the waiter runs carrying the loaded
tray
for the fat boys who laugh at
nothingness.
no matter.    no matter.
as long as your shoes are tied and
nobody is walking too
close.
just being able to scratch yourself with
nonchalance is victory
enough.
those constipated minds which seek
larger meanings
will be dispatched with the other
garbage.
ease off.
if there is light
it will find
you.