poem 3

forget religion
let's just call it practice
what can we do without labels?

Baudelaire was completely wrong
one must not always be intoxicated
one is already almost always intoxicated
one must be free of toxins if one is to truly live
I know this is true
I have utilized the scientific method to test this hypothesis
I laugh in miserable joy at this thought

and it is not true that
being sad and unhappy is being honest
the truth is that peace and joy are natural
but misery does love company, doesn't it?

and what works for others
does not work for me
I am just me
and I am tired

maybe it's time for religion to fade away
and leave us
practicing love
the most subjective of patterns