if you give a man independence
he’s going to buy a motorcycle
he’ll cruise the world for days
perhaps months
then he’s going to want someone
to share it with

if you give a man a woman
he’ll take her with him and they’ll
build shared experience in some of the
craziest places on earth
then he’ll fall in love with her

if you give a man a wife
they’ll fall more in love
and soon they’ll want someone
to make their love a family
and they’ll begin to think about little
ones

if you give a man a child
he’ll ball his eyes out at first
glimpse of the miracle he helped
to produce and love it watch it grow
until it can run around and eat on it’s
own then he’ll want some more

if you give a man a family
he’s going to become addicted
to being a father and husband
and find a satisfaction in life he
never knew. but then one night
he’ll be sharing a beer with a single
friend who owns a motorcycle
and he’ll begin thinking

i wonder what it would be like
to have independence?

would you eat something
if it sounded delicious

or sing something
if tasted of a solid crescendo?

i know i would
i’d rock the hell out of that
hotdog

I don’t use your nomenclature
so pay close attention while
the system that you’ve grown
in to is
dashed upon the metaphoric rocks
that ever hover oh-so-near the
metaphoric ship that the lot of us
ride

I’ve got the life preserves, prepared
emergency lines so we can
drag you back if you’re caught
in the tide, but first you
have to
grab on.