I found it!

 In yesterday’s post I mentioned a poem that blew me away but I couldn’t remember one line because there was no pattern or rhyme to it, nor could I remember the name of the poem or the poet. All I could remember was the sense of it…well, with the vague search criteria of ‘poem about throwing” I found it. 

Here you go:

The Whole Mess … Almost


I ran up six flights of stairs

to my small furnished room   

opened the window

and began throwing out

those things most important in life

First to go, Truth, squealing like a fink:

“Don’t! I’ll tell awful things about you!”

“Oh yeah? Well, I’ve nothing to hide … OUT!”

Then went God, glowering & whimpering in amazement:   

“It’s not my fault! I’m not the cause of it all!” “OUT!”   

Then Love, cooing bribes: “You’ll never know impotency!   

All the girls on Vogue covers, all yours!”

I pushed her fat ass out and screamed:

“You always end up a bummer!”

I picked up Faith Hope Charity

all three clinging together:

“Without us you’ll surely die!”

“With you I’m going nuts! Goodbye!”

Then Beauty … ah, Beauty—

As I led her to the window

I told her: “You I loved best in life

… but you’re a killer; Beauty kills!”   

Not really meaning to drop her

I immediately ran downstairs

getting there just in time to catch her   

“You saved me!” she cried

I put her down and told her: “Move on.”

Went back up those six flights

went to the money

there was no money to throw out.

The only thing left in the room was Death   

hiding beneath the kitchen sink:

“I’m not real!” It cried

“I’m just a rumor spread by life … ”   

Laughing I threw it out, kitchen sink and all   

and suddenly realized Humor

was all that was left—

All I could do with Humor was to say:   

“Out the window with the window!”

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I don’t know how much sense this makes to you but to me it is a mind blower. It rocked me back. It lit up my brain.  

Now if this poem makes no sense to you, that’s okay. Somewhere, sometime you read a poem, a paragraph, a sentence that lit up your brain. That challenged your thinking. That spoke to your heart. That made you think to yourself “Yes!”  That gave you clarity, comfort, made you feel understood, if only by one other person. 

Treasure those. Write them down because you just never know when you might need them.