DEAR KARMA, I HAVE A LIST OF PEOPLE YOU FORGOT
“If you’re really a mean person, you’re going to come back as a fly and eat poop.” Kurt Cobain
There have been times in my life when I’ve felt that some capricious sprite, with a wicked sense of humor, dropped my brain into a blender, flipped it on, then took the lid off just to see what would happen when all the junk flew out and hit the walls. This happens most often when I’m trying to conjure up an idea for this blog, and my brain just keeps running around in crazy circles, occasionally changing directions, and running into itself.
This process can eat up a lot of time and leave behind nothing of any value. Even worse, there is no one to blame. Sometimes it’s nice to have someone to blame. Keeps you from looking too hard at your own contribution to the problem.
Now, I’m not a vengeful person, but seeing Karma in action can feel damn good. Unfortunately, sometimes Karma isn’t a bitch, she just isn’t paying attention and culprits slip through the cracks. Like, why is it that there’s never a cop around when some jerk speeds past me on the highway at 100 mph, but I get pulled over for doing 27 in a 25 zone? Alright, technically I’m speeding, but give me a break!
Today’s poem is a little bit about all of that. It’s what flew out when the lid came off.
[photographer: unknown, please contact be credited]
ROUNDABOUTS
Roundabouts
those traffic circles
spitting cars out
like a revolving door
spewing people out
going round and round -
a carnival ride
without an operator
where the riders
with their circular ways of thinking
can just opt out.
An analogy for life really
rarely lived in a straight line
instead filled
with rife
with strife
curlicues of crises
lost jobs
lost loves
lost minds
where getting ahead
often means getting even.
Although people say,
”What goes around comes around”
that’s not always true
and
it hurts me to see people running around
getting away with things
when I’m toeing the line
following the circuitous rules
that turn me round and about
while they are running circles
around me
as though I am standing still.
Maybe you don't always see the wonderful works of Karma, but it helps me to believe she will do her work. Both ways. Wonderful poem and and story.