It amuses me, he said, to call them
“Cookies of Fortune.” But then,
Zen turns everything around,
doesn’t it? To understand it,
(although you’ll never understand it
for if you did, you’d not understand it),
practice making palindromes,
did, dad, toot, kayak, radar,
wet sanitary rat in a stew,
Do geese see God?
I’m alas, a salami,
or turning teacups upside down
so that Nothing spills out. Stop trying
to make sense of your life. Yes,
that would make sense, wouldn’t it?
About as much sense as fortune cookies,
sweet crunchy American life.
© Dick Allen