Logic

Bread slice, damaged
goods, animal logic of
eat what you find

Forgiven arc of meaning
well and truly not doing
good despite that

The same blank book
that can hold butchery
instructions can hold

love letters and wholesome
erotica and sometimes
does exactly that

Someone has a recipe
for security and unified
living by set principles

but it’s so big
Won’t fit in a pocket
Can’t take it anywhere

or anyone for that matter
Anyone can’t go anywhere
but they do try

If it’s incomprehensible
don’t you owe it a moment
to change you

Spread it on a slice
of old bread and chow down
Lose a tooth to it and sob out loud

Survival on a dead end continent
requires something other than
human logic