on Broadway and 13th street <br />reading about insects in <br />Edwin O. Wilson’s tome <br />then I see one <br />huge <br />moving ever so slowly <br />hope it doesn’t come <br />my way <br />if it does <br />gonna smash it <br />yet desiring not to think <br />such thoughts <br />accepting Buddha’s pure truth— <br />all life is scared. <br />close my eyes <br />to make the creature <br />disappear <br />smile <br />at least I can still <br />smile— <br />one more failed solution <br />in a life <br />littered with such moments.<br /><br />Charles Chaim Wax<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/chinese-restaurant/
