Me, The Cosmic Pimple On God's Nose Poem by Chuy Amante

like a poison exiting the body
an emotion-hunting ego
leaves the home of gods
and
'it'chooses to be cast out of the garden
and onto the streets of Emotionville,
California baby
why not, it's my dream...

enjoying the texture of LIFE
the rub, the grind, the bloody sweat
and slippery slime, the hard, the soft,
the cold the hot breeze of
the drug called passion
Emotion if you will
or not...ha!
Then the circus loses its allure
a life full of 'FAILS' with lots
of fun in between
Joy?
no, fun, excitement or the flip side,
checked out, killing the strong dark emotions
and the wheel goes round...
for six days
until
the day of rest
unfolds in your field...
you are it, all of it
joy. peace. love
thoughtless, timeless
spaceless
and then a little pimple
called emotion starts to swell up...

the rest, the future,
is your past
surf it all well with grace,
peacefully as possible
while it lasts
in time
only