WHAT IS HELL?
it’s a question
that rents a room
in my mind these days
is Hell a place
like the current
Beverly
Center food court
where almost everything
is closed
and you’re the only one
informally dining there
and the elevators don’t work
and the escalator is broken
so you can’t leave the mall
no matter how much you want to
or is it a chain bookstore
where you’re watching
a powerful blowhard poet
declaiming in body language
turned up to 12:
YOU’RE NOT ME
AND YOU NEVER WILL BE
and you can’t leave the store
no matter how much you want to
or is Hell
that part of one’s psyche
repeating this mantra:
if it happened Before,
it will happen Once More,
and you can’t make a move,
atone for sins,
or try anything new
and you can’t leave your house
no matter how much you want to
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