Twisted

Twisted

(“Whoever wants to become great among you must serve the rest of you like a servant. Whoever wants to become the first among you must serve all of you like a slave.” Mark 10:43b-44)

It is easy to walk backwards with the wind,
even with no explanation offered, even while laughter’s daughter
points out or weaving path; it is easy to walk backwards, even
against the wind. We do not miss where we’ve been, and will
quickly see
where we are going.

It is twisted to want the basement apartment,
or to have erase our listing from Who’s Who and our
Human of the Year award.
It is bent, born with alien genetics to dream a destiny
with mainly both hands and all our fingers submerged
below greasy suds of a sub-par kitchen.
It is perverted to climb under forgotten bridges to
network with nameless faces; it is shameless to befriend
the unbankable, amend the unthankable, spend the unspendable
on every anonymous concert whispered to private orphans and
silent widows.

It is easy to talk sideways inches from the script and
days away from the grand production. Hear my elocution,
my precise enunciation, as I quote every solution for
drugs and poverty and pollution from my
raised dais (crane your necks please), and standing on my head;

You can pay twice the price if you attend again tonight.