FOLLOWED
followed Jacques Derrida
down a rabbit hole
seriously
name-dropping all the way
saw Slavoj Zizek
and all his twin twizzle
and tweedle brothers
who asked how I could
have been so sure
that down was the direction
I was heading
when, counter
intuitively, up might
equally
make perfect sense
and I
might be twin too
Moon cavorting on the lunar surface
doing sibling-style stuff
with young
Castor and Pollux
and other twin
who penned that tune
I am the Walrus and Richard and
Karen
in such seemingly
beautiful harmony
Oh you cannot
put a cat in a box
and have any kind of certainty
you cannot come up with truths
you can always reconnect
the very land we stand on
slipping and sliding
so slippery-slidey
what
we have before us here
(not referring to the tea party)
so different
from what I was thinking, what
expected, and
what I almost fancied
I was destined to express
poems 2 die for 