Thomas W Case
How?
How?
How do people do it?
How do people smile, drive cars,
buy loaves of bread,
read the paper, go to school,
go to jobs, go to church,
eat sushi, talk on cell phones,
drink coffee?
How do they piss,
shit and vomit?
How do they
get their
shoes shined,
stand in line,
comb their hair,
brush their teeth,
go to the theatre,
the circus, the carnival?
How do they do
these things and
so much more when
babies, innocent, beautiful
babies are born into this
brutal world,
where parents die,
where feral cats carry off
little birds that fall from
the nest,
where best friends die,
O.D, get hit by cars
drowned or
die from some
strange brain thing.
How do we eat
chocolate, watch football,
and build snowmen?
How do we
visit the zoo,
go to the moon
copulate
masturbate
menstruate and
procreate
when hearts still
break,
Sweet Jane dies.
The walk on the
wild side ends,
and the letters we
send get returned?
How do they do it,
when
dogs get hit by
cars,
whores roam the bars,
the dodo’s extinct and
wackos still brutalize
children?
How do people do it?
How do they carry on?