1.4.16

Happy New Year!

Or something to that effect,
it’s kind of like a birthday,
“Feel any different yet?”
Of course the answer is,
“No, not really.”
But we still say the words
mostly faux giddy.
The leftovers of Christmas cheer
make me wonder,
“Why aren’t we this nice all year?”
It’s like waiting 364 days
just to hear that you’re loved,
as if Feb. 14th was ordained from above.

I suppose we don’t criticize
because somewhere we all realize
that without these traditions in our lives
the suffering of life would be amplified.
So we put on our friendliest guise
and tell each other pretty lies,
just so we can all seem kind
while using words
as weapons to get by.

The part of us that gives the benefit of the doubt
and hopes for the best,
without knowing what it is to plan for worse,
lives just until the time we’re screwed first.

Then we become adults
and tell each other to believe in Santa,
like love and platitudes
and validated useless drama,
like believing in a two party system
and change named Obama,
like the idea that,
“Everything happens for a reason”
as if Nature cares about anything
but the cycle of her seasons,
and the propagation of life
that’s extinguished everyday.

The vast majority of species
are already gone, they say.

I can see in some ways
how our egos wouldn’t want to entertain
the idea that we are truly
insignificant entities.
However, it’s hard for me
to understand the sanity
in constantly pandering to our vanity,
when history books have all the answers.
The patent office has the cure for cancer.
Yet like the platitudes and other
stupid shit we do,
we’ll keep running for the cure
and throwing our money away
because it feels nice.

Nature has a severe case of lice,
known as the virus with feet,
the phenomenon of human life.