They say
If you pick up a small stone,
you have the whole universe.

Today
I am not content with a small stone.

Today
I am craving the big and the meaningful.
Sweeping gestures.

Today
I am upset how small the stone is.

That’s all I get?!
Damn it!

Today
I want to pick up the stone and throw it at you.
Breaking your window.

Do you feel how much I am hurting?!
This stone is a small version of my big hurt. 

Today
I cannot be content with Zen.

Today 
I need Punk.

19 Oct This entry was published on October 19, 2023 at 11:53 am. It’s filed under A poem a day..., ENGLISH ENTRIES, Sister of Sisyphos and tagged anger, zen. Bookmark the permalink. Follow any comments here with the RSS feed for this post.