Minimalist

please excuse me    
if I don’t write  
of loves lost    
bummers held closely    
to my ancient self    
    
they are no longer    
radioactive    
but tiresome    
   
the lawyer    
i was obsessed with    
is a dangling participle    
an itch scratched    
into irrelevance    
decades ago    
   
the goals    
the wannas    
the gotta-haves    
the latest gizmo    
gadget-fad-shiny-object    
hot women    
dick-worshipping    
latest-fucking-thing    
leave my withers unrung    
   
my arguments against this    
for that    
have become variations of    
threadbare whatevers    
   
i no longer    
sit beneath the bodhi tree    
nor hang out in the charnel fields    
nor ponder the meaning    
of obscure parables    
in koine greek    
   
I am at peace    
with one foot in eternity    
and the rest to follow shortly    
when the time is right