11/19/10
I've been toying with the notion of Buddhism.
Other than bald statues and monks, I've never learned much
of its philosophies.But when imagining me,
reincarnated,
I started playing out what I'm aiming for.
The first thought is to come back as a deer.
That way when you run me over next time
it'll cost you a shitload.
Maybe the sight of so much damage will make
you think twice about leaving,
about driving so fast on back roads.
Bambi's blood on your steel toes.
The second thought is to come back as a skunk.
The more subtle choice, this invokes the populations rage
on you each time they drive through
the crime scene.
I'm in between of whether that's punishment enough,
might get tough, making a stink for that long.
I've never liked complaining.
The third thought is to come back as a dog.
Yellow lab. 8 months old.
All smiles and tail wags with fur of gold,
already house trained, obeys commands,
and as for games fetch is a must.
Would that hurt you enough?
To drive over a pup like that, feel his life explode under your tire
and his bones crack like logs on a fire,
a whimper right as you hit it head on
Fuck the damage of a deer and the month long
consequence of a skunk,
the guilt of a dog killing is 8 times as much fun
for me at least.
Knowing leaving will finally be something you regret,
grieving the innocence lost, the death of a pet.
Come to think of it, a reincarnation as a dog
won't make much of a difference.
See as I sit I can feel this collar start itching...
Guess its back to the drawing board.
Got any suggestions?
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