The Plan

the plan, the plan,

always the plan say
the preachers and
the apologists,

there is always a plan
no matter the soul,

in other words,
a means to being
fucked with by a
higher power,

or really a way
of denying what
reality does,

reality is
indifferent,

kind to all some
of the time,

cruel to all some
of the time,

the accident of
geography plays into that,

a cucumber failing to
catch a pass and him
winding up managing a
toy train factory is a
first-world problem,

the poor person in the
first-world not getting
anything to eat doesn't
care about missed passes,

they care more about their
piss-poor life choices in general,

at least "the plan" and
reality coalesce a bit there,

you are your own agent
after all,

choices result in outcomes
as much as outcomes result
in choices,

always part of the plan,
no matter what

Reviews

[roarke]

A plan by any other name.....
plans rarely pan out. the few that do are usually either helped by luck or ramrodded through without thought or penance to the casualties.
It's funny how corporate world has patented lots of human DNA and genes and other chemicals and body parts before they even know how everything works. Definitely a case of terminal arrogance or it's twin cousin, stupidity, but this higher power thing.... it's in every living entity, so really, everyone, everything is on the same level. Hard to grasp. But one strong weapon of resistance when they come to collect on the patents.

[Kenneth The Poet]

Interesting thoughts you have put forth. I never considered that. Thank you, roarke.

[Coyote Poetry]

So many plans and few have real logic and goals. I like the flow of thoughts and the reason for the poem. I wonder if when great plans are made. Do they look at the bad and the good? Thank you for your poetry. Always made me think and ponder. A excellent poem.
Coyote

[Kenneth The Poet]

Thank you, Coyote. Thank you so much.