Thursday, December 10, 2015

Tolstoy





















I knew a girl once,
her name was Holly,
we were lovers,
I met her in Florida,
she lived in Pennsylvania,
she used to come to New York
and Connecticut to visit me
when I was in the navy,
she was insatiable,
we once made love six
times in a row,
it was a personal best,
she married a trucker
she met on the road,
while driving from Connecticut
back to Pennsylvania,
I don’t know what became
of her after that;
she made me happy;
Tolstoy was human too,
despite great efforts to
prove otherwise,
he lived,
he loved,
he laughed,
he disappointed,
he failed,
he tried to grasp concepts
and ideas,
beyond human reason
and understanding,
but he was human
after all,
we all are,
on our own;
we can be nothing more;
there are things greater
than ourselves,
but only a few ever find them,
things greater than living or dying,
eating and drinking,
war or peace,
making love to beautiful young girls;
the Tolstoians had it all wrong,
just as the Bolsheviks,
the Luddites,
the Communists,
the Catholics,
the Republicans,
the Democrats,
and a thousand other
man-made institutions,
organizations and religions,
it is much deeper,
far more profound,
than anything our simple
human minds
can comprehend;
Tolstoy understood this
better than anyone;
Holly,
if you’re listening,
thanks for the memories.
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