a.k.a.

winter’s archive

back on hollywood boulevard

big man walking

and knocking aside

anyone who is in his way

 

i step into the shadows of decay

and let him pass

watch his journey

and the bowling pins

that he knocks down

the curses, the frowns

 

and i think

about the billions of galaxies

that are filled with billions of suns

with a span of light years of dark energy

in-between each cluster

and think how much this moment doesn’t matter

 

but still i walk over to an elderly lady

that he knocked down

and help her to her feet

put the cane back in her hand

there is nothing here to understand

just the choices we make

 

quasars creating galaxies?

were these the hands of god?

am i the hand of god?

helping this elderly lady?

 

but i don’t like going down this road

the princess kissing every toad

if a universe so magnificent had a designer

then why wasn’t this big man squashed like a bug

by his quasar hand?

 

i just don’t understand

so after i listen to this woman complain

about this big man that caused her so much pain

i turn away with no words

no wisdom

light a cigarette

and take the top off my flask

in religion no questions may be asked

just a verdict of guilty or not

 

well, we know what my verdict is

my cell phone takes a picture

of winona ryder’s star

this is hollywood so i won’t have to look far

for a drinking establishment

otherwise known as a bar

 

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