communal existence
coexisting pods
grouped
according to
some agreed upon
need
of
the others
somewhere
along
life
things changed
youthful ways
gave way to
acceptable
goals
and
decisions
of
the others
no longer
was it deemed
possible
to fulfill dreams
or
wander off into
the nothingness
of
tomorrow
everything
had to comply
with
the plans
of
the others
confirmation
of
self
personal identity
and
satisfaction
relied
upon
the others
questions
only arose
as death
became apparent
and
the walls
of compliance
were weakening
it was then
that
the others
really
didn’t matter
anymore
ragged edges of a dream protrude from neatly tailored words words repeated as a mantra a mantra taught in grade school and ever year thereafter about personal responsibility and maintaining a logical approach to the world’s insanity words spoken in a voice that seems to have never experienced joy for the little laughter emitted sounded as if it was prescribed by some school psychologist as a treatment for being different a suppressed little laugh almost swallowed by its own embarrassment clearly out of place with its immaturity and surely not the time when dealing with such grave issues but politicians rarely are socially appropriate
when i visited
aunt bea
there was a young man
sitting on the curb
in front of her home
who
quite
reluctantly
moved
as i drove up
when i asked aunt bea
about his behavior
aunt bea
said
that child
always
nods his head
and
says
yes ma’am
at least
acknowledging
that
i’m taking
but
his actions say
he hasn’t heard
a word
i’ve said
i do believe
that child has
a promising future
in
politics
bathroom walls the annotated history of a nation written in urban hieroglyphics with rural dialects emerging from the stalls the unedited underlying hate and ignorance of a nation’s people published by anonymous
pitch-black a slight cough who’s there a voice inquires another replies which one of us are you asking about there’s more than one in here of course did you think you were alone
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