oh have it your way but…

he always
took
the lion’s share
tho
most of us
know
that
the lioness
is the true hunter
but
that is
just an aside
he also
insisted
that
he be given
the largest glass
filled to the brim
with
wine or ale
and
she
would
always comply
but
one day
in passing
she said
smiling
have you considered
that
the largest glass
also
can contain
the largest
amount
of
poison

 

selective blindness…

outside post office
holding a sign and a child
no one reads the sign
no one even turns a head
nation refuses to see

 

please select one…

 

of the following items
please
indicate
which
one
constitutes a national emergency
item 1
1 in 5 children
going to bed
hungry
everyday
item 2
having the highest
first-day death rate
in
the industrial world
item 3
providing services
to
260,000 veterans
diagnosed
with traumatic brain injury
item 4
addressing the needs
of
the 40+ million people
living below
the poverty level
item 5
preventing
the daily
20 suicides by veterans
item 6
building
a 15 – 25 billion dollar wall
because
of
an
i-want-it syndrome

 

gently pulling out every chin hair…

 

she was
not

the type
to be
handled
let alone
man handled
so
when
she sensed
his frustration
the way
his fingers
made ocean waves
across
the desktop
his way
of
issuing
a visual command
to
her
to
speed things up
she
elected
to
positively
respond
and
slowed down
even
more

 

denial of climate change…

 

i’ve
begun
to wonder
if
blindness
is acquired
after living
in
the light
too
long
the question
was
perhaps
engendered by
all
the dark days
with
rain
we’ve
been having
i’ve noticed
how
even
the slightest
ray
of
sunlight
can become
overwhelming
when
one’s eyes
have
become
accustomed
to
the darkness
and
how
the sound
of
rain
like the voices
of
dying children
soon
become
all too
familiar
how
small
pained faces
become
blurred
behind
a fog
of lies
and then
invisible
in the darkness
as
if
they don’t exist
i suppose
you could
call it
a blindness
of
sorts
or
just denial
after
a
brief period
of
true
democracy

 

mirror mirror on the wall…

 

the egotist’s wall
made over believers’ graves
nothing is sacred
to a madman’s childish dreams
except the mirror’s image