MERELY

MERELY

chill!

it’s just
a poem
will go

the way of all things

not as if
in this or other simulation

you are playing white
against a dozen black mambas

or
at thirty seconds
trying to out-think, out-run
scorpions galore

outpoint everything that
threatens to make a meal of you

get out of jail
stairway yourself to
Heaven free

over the chaos of life
exercise
sole monopoly

so
chill!
just chill!

it’s just a poem, merely,
will get recycled

we all
get recycled

is the very nature
of the game