Where the wild things are.

I am tired of speaking of abstract things

Of beauty of truth of love

I long for the summer breeze

The grass on my feet

The feel of the sun

These are the things that feed us

That give the world substance

That fill whatever we call the soul

 

I looked for unicorns and found only the A*s braying loudly

I searched for a dragon and found the toad croaking

The quest for treasure was fruitless

I was rewarded by aluminum and plastic in abundance

The knight in shining armor holds a pistol and suspicion on his silver badge

Jesus was sold not for 30 pieces of silver but less;

A pack of cigarettes and ecstasy tablets

I have combed the world high and low for magic and spirituality and found it barren

Sorrowful and brokenhearted and rested my legs in the souls of men

For a brief respite

Looking up I saw them all

Flames ablaze, armor shining

And his pierced hands held wide in greeting