If they told us the meaning, would it be easier or harder?
I guess that depends who you are, some would not accept
that this meaning was true anyway and create their own meaning,
others would happily sit on the rail of the meaning and let it carry them forwards.
what the meaning is could be infinite, yet the options we create are narrow,
Maybe they told us the meaning long ago and we laughed.
Gravity you impertinent vile beast,
look what you did to my knee!
you push and you push
have you no manners at all?!
Watch cars endlessly fart their way around the course until it’s dark and you’re too tired to care who the hell is in the lead, try to find a place to collapse and sleep away from the inebriated shouting wheel spinning crowd, crawl over the rocks into a tiny tent and be regaled by the music of the numb nuts with some sort of sleeping allergy ejecting all the booze they couldn’t withhold.
Get one wink of sleep until the sun climbs back over the world’s shoulder. They are still barrelling around the track, in metronomic tedium, into the afternoon, Jesus, crash here, crash here, something interesting, something to interrupt the relentless noise and motion.
Everywhere you look there is garbage piled high, beer cans, packaging and leftover food, the place looks like raccoon heaven, apart from nature being smashed to the side in this endless celebration of stupidity.
And finish this update with cats,
for cats leave our soul warm.
Rampant monkey disguised as cat
now how are we surprised at that
tear and break with conniving grin
they escape our favour
then sneak back in.