Fuck you, Entropy

Fuck you, Entropy

By dan ankers

I walk around here with my head held high

In defiance of death itself

The waiter brings my food out promptly, teeming with effervescent pride

Because, Fuck you, Entropy

That’s why

The Earth seems to get choked up, from time to time

And the seasons are proof of the emotions of God

While all supplication is done to no one in particular

Though merely by asking, we show belief in something greater than ourselves

And yet the Earth seems to mock us

and

The Cosmos are withdrawn

And tears in the sky

Wash away our sidewalk chalk-drawing lives

Because time paints on a much greater canvas than

You or I do

But Fuck you, Entropy

Just because

You cannot have my moments, bathing

In the Sun

And I will not bow down

No matter how Peaceful

Nor Graceful

Death sells itself as a package deal

Along with living life and getting-by

Cruel brother entropy

You cannot purloin these moments

Though I suppose

Once you have stolen every last one of them

How will I ever know you have

Them at all?

I guess I shall have to see, but in the meantime

I will not decay

No, Fuck you, Entropy

This life is here to stay

Like a monkey in traffic

Like a monkey in traffic

By dan ankers

Houston, I have definitely fucked up

And I am facing, serpentine drama

Stalking wolves are lurking, leering, waiting, lapping up my scent

Baring their teeth and tongues

They’re hungry like piranha

Now, I must tango, but I am terrified of dancing

My hesitation, portends my grisly doom

I see there eyes there, resembling the stars and moons high overhead

But on the earth is where they’ll nibble on my bones

If I could try my life again

I would change only a thing or two

Because what made me, were the planned events gone wrong

And thus it matters more, in this one uncommon instance of regrets

That I would edit out

This path

Then, move along

Never once did I believe that I would make it past sixteen

And then at sixteen

I mocked, “Ha!, 35!?”

But now I am at an age where I’m a player on that stage

Though I don’t much consider this living, what’s been supplied

:)

Why am I even listening?

By dan ankers

Each of us was through viscerus

Squeezed

Gelled and Congealed through many a turn of the handle

Like pork sausages we, our gristle and bone

Sinews and nerves

They did build on their own

Machinery assembled by another machine

None of it knowing

That it’s building this being

So very ample

Of complexity wondrous

In simplicity, often there are lessons, too

For the very great beings which the functions go through

We are amazing

Our bodies make sense

Yet none of it mounts

Even a reasonable defence

Or tries to answer why

We are here after all

With questions so HUGE

And my answers

SO very SMALL

The Toughest Guy on the Block

The Toughest Guy on the Block

By dan ankers

Giving a shit is kinda badass

Because for every single care you attach

Like wings on your back

Another feather

But even better

Giving a shit can move a mountain

Because once the others see me

I won’t be the only one

I’ll be part of a team

Called Home

Cause this is where we live

We are all only humans here

Only particles, never fear

And this life is precious, dear

So why cast our story any other way?

There is not a day goes by

That I do not want to try

To walk up to my fellow man and just say, “what the hell are we doing here?”

Poetry

Poetry

By dan ankers

Poetry writes for the sake of itself

My mind has found lately, some peace in little else

Some pictures of loved ones and cute things I’ve seen

But nothing can shake me, this flaw in my being

My fingers find words of description to please

My brain is attached so it follows in threes

My conscious mind sits and reads what they say

The moment and the unconscious drivel, working together, interplay

My conscious mind, temporal, I lay him to the side

Or it, for that matter, for there is no sex in the mind

Tis all one great web, like a fungus which speaks, to every inch of itself

My conscious mind reaps

And confounded by every conceptual meaning

It knows and it knows not

And it knows the third meaning

It hangs there

Knowing

And somewhere...among all of that...there are connections to

Testicles and the like

But none of that is really me

Androgynous reality

Can you dig?

I know there are few who can

And to see this place

And to go there for long

To analyze the world without

Respect to gender or agenda

Is to see what we must do

And who we all really are

But it is something

That must be done

If the world

Is to survive

An angel’s view

We must imbibe

And not to spoil, our friendly toil

And not to uncreate our sexy state

Merely to balance and to coevolve our beings

This meaning into everything

We must be weaving