Don’t Love Yourself

A contrarian Poem.

I’m getting annoyed with all this trite ‘love yourself’ stuff in the air these days. One hears it all the time, like propaganda in a one party state of mind. Who doesn’t act in their own self-interest? so, I’ve written this:

Don’t love yourself

Your self feeds on love
will eat up all your love, insatiable.
Don’t love yourself. It’s a trap!
Love will die forever, entombed, self-consumed.

Your hungry-for-self-love self desiring nothing else , growing  bloated until, until…

it releases emanations of death in an urban graveyard.

Of the self that loves
There will be nothing left.

It’s not the only way to be.

Look up. Look out.

Love me.

Explain Landscape’s Power.

In outer space, they say, no one can hear me scream

Because of the not-quite vacuum

Sound cannot travel there

Despite the plasma, the hydrogen, the dark energy.

Mal-adapted to outer space, we creatures of air

And carbon. Yet made since the first fire

Spurred on by cold war

To venture out there.

To outer space. The non-terrestrial

Contains us, and rocks condensed from gas

With molten cores.

So standing on the surface of Mars, for example, look out and see

Horizon. That line between the ground and the pink sky, another sky.

Beneath it lie valleys, mountains and caves. In another landscape

We see a topography both known and unknown.

And so having come so far, we find ourselves some way home.