roach-fate

you don't know what hit "chou", roach

as i slammed hard like a thonging bomb

to splatter-bomb you into yellow ooze

squished over four inches of brown

pressed into the linoleum floor

my rubberized sole rid me of you

you and your playful hide and go seek

as you ran for your life in the muggy damp

tween the bathroom tiles of green and blue

yes! i stopped "chou", roach

smashed "chou" with human craft

and with my hatred of your sneeky kind

i squished "chou" joyfully dead and fine

'o'er the space of that immobile floor

no! you don't know i hit "chou", roach

when i caught "chou" roamin' about my room

*Reflections of Alan Jones:

  -It is a fearful and wonderful thing to be a human being.  The theological way of expressing this truth is to say that we are made individually and collectively, in the image of God.  This is the deepest truth about all of us.  The divine is our true form, beyond our grasp and yet in our flesh.

  -Institutions help or hinder us in our being open to the true form.

  -In order to tell the truth I need a deep connection with my own inner life, a respect for those with whom I am closely associated, and a commitment to building a community of free people.

  -Human unhappiness springs from a faulty diagnosis of the human condition.