nobody knows
I come from nothing, I return to nothing, I am nothing.”
-St. Ignatius of Loyola
How it got to
we do not give a buck for
Rabbits and eagles
snakes in the grass and weasels
Ladies and such,
lords as ladies betray at brunch
Seagulls and sailors
shrewd scavengers and lewd navigators
Boobs in a clutch,
blue balls in a siren’s crunch
Hidden tattoos
forbidden rendevousz
Two lips and
amaryllis and tulips on fire and
The Dutch,
even they knowing do not know
How it got to that
why we give an oysterly shuck
Is anybody’s guess.
why nobody knows nothing about this mess
(we are nothing if not nobody)
Stephen Nesbitt © strangersandpoetry.wordpress.com/2014/07/26/anybodys-guess/
From “The Fourth Book”www.StrangersAndPoetry.com
chrétien marc valentin
(© 26 juli 2014)
