Friday, November 17, 2023

Suburban Transcendentalism

after work some strange woman
follows me around asking questions
as i walk downtown
about i don’t know what
i’m not interested
she gets sad and mopes off

in the bar i say hi to my friends
and drink a nice cold beer
staring at the tv blaring out 
some ad for a martial arts course

guy in a white gi leaps and sails 
one foot outstretched
across the long gravel field
the master sitting on the other end
meditation pose
with eyes closed holds up one hand 
for the foot to strike
words on the screen and announcer like
the full-length professional kick

but slow goes awry
the camera veers right
to the trees beyond the field
where rising from the ground
a disoriented man in a penguin suit
dusts himself off and looks around
the announcer says
a god falls

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