Happiness? What’s that?
A full stomach. A short memory.
Two coins jingling a song in the pocket.
Yeah, that’s it.
Happiness not the thing but
EXPECTING
not the finger but the ring
the living not here but there
POSTPONING
reality always disappointing the nervy hare.
…….
Who wants that any “way”?
Let me sleep in this hay
smelling death, where I lay.
Here I do, get things done
living as living comes.
Slow, I capture reality.
………
Happiness that shiny bead
not for me.
I prefer to do — unnoticed lead
not content with content
but to be what’s meant
even if that not be
a full stomach, coins jingalingaling.
