Wonderwall

Who says anxiety’s irrational?
Being alive in the world is anxiety-provoking.
I walk into the confessional

and there’s a wacked-out priest declaiming Kipling’s “Recessional”
to me—a lesser-breed without the law, hoping
to be found worthy of impossible

mercy. Knowing all human love’s conditional
on cutting japes and silly larking,
I walk into the confessional

and it’s like Groundhog Day all over again,
but this time it’s only me
and my irrational

imaginary loves in processional,
everything given, nothing wasted—
walls of the confessional

blown off in a cover of Wonderwall
by Oasis. All the roads we have to walk are winding
and all the lights that lead us there are blinding.
Hyper-rational transgressional.