"My barn having burnt down, I could now see the moon"
I once knew a guy
who was always hungry
even though
his fridge was full.
He’d order out while
all the cheese, cold cuts, milk
rotted to hell.
It’s like that guy
I heard about on the news
floating for days
on top his windsurfing board
Lake Baikal.
They rescued the poor sod
and evacuated him to the hospital
suffering from severe dehydration.
So many of us poor souls
suffer irreparably
from farsightedness.
It doesn’t matter if
the air con is kaput
the car got scratched
or the wine ain’t chilled.
It doesn’t matter.
Don’t matter if
the dog went on the carpet
or the DOW’s up or down.
Don’t matter if
there’s an earthquake
or you won the Super 7.
It doesn’t matter.
No worries about
missing that 9am meeting
drinking too much
drinking too little
no mayo in the fridge
a bad back
a better world.
It doesn’t matter.
It doesn’t matter if
the bus is late or
Sunnis are killing Shias
Shias are killing Sunnis
Israelis exterminating Gazans
or
Justin Bieber is doing time.
Don’t matter if
you are this or aren’t that
don’t matter
if the dog got your cat
or the cat got your tongue.
It doesn’t matter
if your mother-in-law
hates your guts
or the plane’s delayed.
Don’t matter if
your bank balance is $.1.15
or the remote is broke.
Doesn’t matter if
you don’t finish this poem
or even do.
It doesn’t matter.
Why?
It doesn’t matter.