Two legged stool

Like a two legged stool,
I couldn't stay upright
on my own,

and so devoted a life
to facilitating solutions
to this flaw.

I sought parental love,
then that of my friends.
Quaaludes and acid worked,
as did playing guitar in a band,
studying philosophy,
riding Harley Davidsons
and jacking off.

None of these come with a warranty or anything,
and in the end failed,
so I simply learn to live
all wobbly and teetering,

though when I didn't fall over
right away,
the imagery
of the stool
faded a bit,

leaving me to realize
yet again
how the subtle delusion of belief
steals my heart
far more frequently
than any person,
place,
or thing
ever saved it.

courtesy:zenjohn.livejournal.com