delivery

it’s my own fault,
no, really

the way the rainbows can land on my cake
and I can shovel lacking any despair
and out there, in the rice patch
on the basketball court
in the living room crowded with others
and scattered with flies
you can rest knowing the end is near.

it’s my own fault,
no, really

the opportunities that this world presents
and throws my way – uncrowded with hurdles
my biggest lack of a problem
is the lack of a license to drive
whereas you lack the social license to prosper
take this tank. I don’t need the keys.
if need be, the walls can be penetrated.
just get there. get going!

that’s my fault,
you see

I can deliver opportunities
but not condition.
it’s my biggest stumbling block
to personal peace.