Monday, September 15, 2014


For this one unthinkable thing
You don't get to know Why.

For this unthinkable thing,
Why will burrow in your heart and grow
Like a weed,
     a canker,
         a tapeworm,
An oak.

In this unthinkable time,
Why will drop its duffle, flop on the couch,
     and stay -
A drug-addicted, lying thief
Who saps your strength and breaks your heart
And takes, with no return.

Why will pull you down the rabbit-hole,
And never look back.

Send Why packing.
Brook no arguments.
Banish him from your door.

For this time and place,
For this one unthinkable thing,
Why is nothing but a useless punk.