Still the Tao

He despised his body: 
the failing flesh, 
disintegrating organs, 
withered muscles
and bones as brittle
as a baby's.

He wanted the damn
thing kidnapped,
carted away in the trunk
of a beat-up, '55 Chevy, 
held prisoner in some
invisible gulag, 
unreachable,
forever forgotten.

Then he'd be free, mind
and spirit left to roam, wild
with the 10,000 things.

 

 

About the Author: Paul Lojeski was born and raised in Lakewood, Ohio. He attended Oberlin College, and his poetry has appeared online and in print. He lives in Port Jefferson, NY.