Deathbed Apostasies
I don't know what it means
but I like it
if it's here, I'll use it—
doesn't mean I need it
I have no favorites
I gag on your indigestible jargon
begging to be understood, begging to be approved
I am opposed to everything hard-core tribal
I've agreed to disagree
with most everybody
I have no favorites
I'm not selling my behavior
because, frankly, I don't think there's a market for it
but I will neither apologize nor pardon in advance
I am a citizen of e pluribus unum,
not in God we trust
I prefer the special way
of everyday procession
where can I find an unexplored space?
I have no favorites
if I repeat myself,
it's because you haven't acknowledged hearing me
I can't come to terms with your reliance on gimmicks,
on extravagant nomenclature
you say we're programmed to die—
I say we're programmed to upgrade our code
o squid in a jar, I've got you;
paw in a trap, you've got me
I know
I don't know
I have no favorites
Epitaph: I have scratched the surface
All poems are written and copyrighted by Michael C. Rush.
None may be republished or repurposed without permission.