true – you do not always get what you want,
what you need,
what you deserve,
what you pray for,
creating questions like – why?
is the world an unforgiving place?
a filthy paradox?
where dreams go to die?
‘no more lies, no more
lies,’
the unwashed whisper to the shadows
where reality holds on with all its might
tis’ but an illusion to the naked eye
so walk into your plight blinded
knowing nobody knows
let go of falsehoods
entities pretending to cleanse
religions of the beaten and tired
instead bathe in the muck and the mire
muddle your way unto perception
fall upon new heights
take a leap of faith
sprout angel wings
and fly away – far from here
where being is perfectly clear
the skies forever blue;
true
or
false?
3rd street promenade pimp n’ ho
seemingly alone upon
a park bench
he strums
his guitar.
meanwhile she stands
wearing sad face
sign reads
‘spare change?’
everyday i pass
route to work
still strumming
still begging.
‘god helps them
who help themselves’
my father
taught me.
somehow i think
he didn’t mean
quite like
their way.
unto this day
still haven’t dropped
a dime
a penny.
work to hard
to be had
by promenade
pimp n’ ho.
Scott C. Kaestner is a poet who resides in Los Angeles, California with a myriad of publication credits to his name (google 'scott kaestner poetry'). He has published two chapbooks of poetry: 'The Great Charade' (self-published) and 'Angeleno A Go Go' (Wasteland Press). In addition to writing, he likes to ride the waves of the mighty Pacific, walk his dog, and stare at the ceiling in his apartment for hours at a time.
