| Jonathan Berger's Poetry: Poem of the Day |
| CHAOS THEORY I think, for as long as I live, I shall regret not getting the corned beef sandwich. I can only imagine what my life could have been had I only made the right choice. Once, two roads lay before me, and I, I took the one less traveled, and that has made all the difference. I got there late missed my date had to wait for the taxi rate to declinate to reach her home and learn my fate (feeling her hate). Every action has repercussions. Butterfly storms off the coast of Spain fix the price of tea in Bangor, Maine. It’s an erratic world an anarchic one, and in it, I sense, I have made the wrong choice by buying the wrong sandwich. How could I have been so stupid? I love the corned beef. I thought I was trying something different in getting no mustard Argh! Perhaps I was meant to stain my stiff white shirt Perhaps some passing bull, seeing yellow but being color-blind imaging in red, was supposed to infuriatedly gore that pregnant widow, killing her unborn son before he becomes the most infamous of all mass-genociders he someday threatened to be. Have I unwittingly caused World War Four? And all for the want of a sandwich. A stupid stupid sandwich. Argh! Still, the pastrami was good. |