Imagine life was something you bought on Amazon
and you could rate it
would you give life five stars?
we would want to
but on most nights, no
so on those four, three, two and one star nights
we pray to that five star hotel up there
to let us climb this fire-escape from this inferno below
to go from the words of Homer to Thoreau
Our truest life is when we are in dreams awake.
What if everything we’ve read is a work of fiction?
The Bible, The Inferno, The Bhagavad Gita
all written by mad men novelists
pawning themselves off as memoirists
then who are we praying to?
what are we rating?
nothing and everything is relative to nothing
when everything is nothing
and I rate life three stars-
good show, but I know there must be something more-
meaning I can’t wait for the sequel