Figuring Your Options
greg kosmicki
If you're not careful after a few years
to look for the differences in your daily existence
you might begin to think each day is the same
which can lead you to a dulling sense
that they are all the same
then they do become boring
then you'll be finding yourself with a choice:
You can live bored which is a total drag
but then you will find yourself one day
running your car off a bridge in desperation
or thinking of which bridge you could make
the best swan dive off of or you'll find
yourself calculating the time you'll need
to sit in the car in the garage
when nobody's around or you'll get
a gun out and make a big bloody mess
for your friends and family to remember you by
or you'll start counting and collecting
all your pills and your friend's pills
or try to picture how sad you butt
will look with your head stuck in the oven
Or, you can take the choice to not be bored
and take up handball racquetball volleyball
baseball basketball or any of a dozen or so
other balls and when you finish that go jump
out of an airplane and wait a long time
to pop your silk or climb to the top
of a large bluff and dive off into the air
supported only by a broad colorful
piece of silk and some tubes of aluminum
or climb to another bluff and fling
yourself down the side to water
hundreds of feet below
or go directly to the water to live
underneath it in rubber dependent
upon bottled air and friends
or die on top of it on self
propelled water vehicles of a bewildering
variety, or backpack to the few
places there are still trees
and live among them for a few days
then climb up the outcrops
of the mantle of the earth to the top
where you once again must breath
air out of a bottle, or once again
fly in a single engined contraption
as far as you can go with no sleep,
swing heavy balls down lanes of wood
hit balls with clubs of wood and iron
or aluminum, chase your
neighbors, spouse, son, daughter
the receptionist, the gardener
the man in the elevator, the woman
at the poetry reading jump
from a tall tower tied
to a rubber band swim
vast distances of water then climb
up like some demented god
onto the shore and run
shoot, lift throw fornicate
fight with sticks and swords
and guns, fight with mud and saberjets
and choppers, fight the bartender
and the customers, drink
the drinks dry, gamble
the money all gone, watch
the roulette ball the craps
the cards roll in and roll out
drink and fight, fight and fuck
all day and all night
drop acid, do speed, snort coke
smoke dope, shoot smack
poppers, sniffers, shooters
craps, guns, life and love
And still you'll be so bored
the minute you quit
you'll go back to your first option
you'll say death, mother
you'll say cleave to me
my dark lover
