By Andrew Di Prinzio - Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, USA - 18 August 2014
Where are the metaphors?
I need more metaphors to figure out the cosmos
and to understand some deep seeded spirituality
that all exists for a reason.
I need the metaphors, like when Christ
left his grave and his shroud behind
like I must leave behind my doubts.
My father had doubts too though
but he kept them close to his ribs
and they coated them like BBQ sauce
sizzling as drops fall through the cracks
of the hot grill.
Maybe that's why he couldn't do anything
but make money and spend money
and give me money and love money
because the Buddha stopped eating
for seven years and almost died
then realized that wasn't the way.
Yes! Another metaphor -- and bonus points --
I need the metaphors to explain
How when a whore was handed to her mother
a nurse said this baby can change the world
and then somehow that tiny seed
became a rotten tree.
Tell me please that there is a piece of God
inside all of us and that our light
connects us, that true love
is as powerful as two stars colliding,
and that crossing the desert is
required for making a man