Sitting
with my second coffee
Reading
Mexico City Blues in the low, pale sun
Shining
golden vagina notes of wish and will in this mind
Cast
deep in some gut, visceral, wrenching want or
Desire
to understand this feeling that makes me shake just a
Little
like nervousness of thought on the purpose of
Existence
and why people travel through this slave state they call a
Life
that casts me between two great competing universes
One
the great spirit of us being me where healing is a choice and a connection, and the
Other
the deluded, mechanical, soulless, utilitarian world of what they call my
Education.

Chris Perley
2012