Kaiser Soze

Kaiser Soze

By Brandon Palzkill              

I believe the joke’s on me.

I heard the philosophers’ songs;

ditties about life,

sung with drunken merriment,

but they were merely

meaningless gibberish

to my inconvincible mind.

I’m weighed down

by the monkey on my back,

by my own failings

and my own insecurities;

I’m a lost soul

with no compass to guide me

‘cross the tracks

as I’m walkin’ along,

aimlessly.

Day after day,

I’m a lazy tumbled stone

deeply embedded

in a whitewashed sand garden,

with no moment of Zen

raked across the surface

to pacify my soul.

All I can hope to do

is to spin ‘round in circles,

marveling at the good night moon,

my glowing guiding star,

keeping me on my path,

on the lookout for a sign;

 for something I believe in.