Two poems

At the bottom of the barrel

Drudging through sludge
battling debris
in a current of silt shit
on a little raft
I have been required
to construct since
birth,
to survive in the trash of life___.

However, life is beautiful in that it’s
shit for a good reason, not to
mention it’s not all bad,
or most of us would have put the
barrel to our heads long ago
& pulled the trigger
w/out thinking twice___.

-

The knee-high lesson

Existential nightmare___,
continuum shuttering from
inside where secrets
never sleep
or hide

from one end to the other___
everything is in its position for
a reason, & can change
w/out prior notice
just as it should, & we go w/ it
because there’s no other
choice

pain is a lesson___
you won’t forget for at least a
life time