he’s the everyman of fantasy island who should have been a tour guide to the dark ages but became a public servant after finishing high school working effortlessly for the state’s highway department which afforded him ample time to develop his theories on society for example he thoroughly rejects socialism can’t stand the thought of federalism so is a vehement supporter of our military police and first responders he’s often overheard rebuking welfare of any kind as he stands in line at the post office for his social security check he’s truly one of kind and swears if things don’t change soon he’s going to move to costa rica where he is certain that he’ll be able to practice and further develop his me-ism
called by many names historical alchemy medieval witchcraft it has changed over the years now critical race theory the purpose is still to convert something that is real into fantasy transformation of matter an occult art of liars
words offered before burials or the hearts have stopped beating words on any other occasions might have raised the dead like the widow’s son at nain but these words with angelic tones are political sound bites that echo through polished marble hallways hallways that are the only grave markers and eulogies these homeless will ever have such concerned words just dry leaves crushed beneath the feet of inhumanity dust without life or life giving mere moments of fleeting guilt insincere regrets for inaction offered before the graves are dug or the bodies are even cold
just a small morsel left on life’s old dinner plate best to savor it oh you might turn up your nose claiming the good parts are gone but i’m licking the plate clean
life’s full of failures
with youth’s thin cloth worn by fools
faced with winter’s wind
while those who are old don cloaks
heavy with youth’s memories
pretending it keeps them warm
Read Between the Minds 