Spaghetti aglio, olio e peperoncino ~ Wednesday, May 13, 2026

You can get angry at the world but I
observe the flow of water through floodgates
unless you understand how the oceans

create tsunamis, the circle of pi
at the ring of fire, tectonic plates
not only shift with undersea earthquakes

given how karma and the emotions
extricably tied in a knot, release
terrible damage, channeled into lakes

as energy pools inside the body
no one foresees the lash that strikes the horse
given the shadow of the whip, dowdy
regal in mind, but frumpy and too coarse
yes, the old-fashioned nag desires peace

aspire to do better and yet fail
to say an understatement, that is life

that the world is incomprehensible
how impossible to grasp as you flail
effortlessly, until the finish line

win or lose, someone must but not a knife
offered to cut and yet incapable
really, to slice through the trauma, the past
lingering conditions set up the fine
dimensions of space-time, of grated cheese

but Pecorino Romano tastes sharp
until it melts into pasta, to seize
today by the horns, angel hairs play harp

I am the die, the hand of fate, once cast