A suitable time

 

It was the time to

unlock the fears lodged in my guts,

and get in step with the chaos of life;

to take slander, gossip and mockery

as relevant and lofty as the scriptures.

 

It was the time to

take it as success to be heaved

and propelled by the current of pain.

 

It was the time to

take chipped, chaffed, moth-eaten humanity

as the post-modern goddess,

and worship her

while wearing clean clothes outside

and a filthy mind and heart inside.

 

It was the time to

be like everyone around,

And be a hunting hound

devouring the rabbits soft

and stay in the highest loft.

 

It was the time to

keep cupping the ears

to avoid any chance pick-up of

the upbeat melody of life,

And get used to the strife.