crisis management plan …

 

always on thin ice
that’s how you wanted life to be
you wanted people
to see you as a strong and brave
your ghost stories told each day
daily ghost stories
shared with all of life’s passerbys
whispered in the night
to lovers and part-time friends
knowing always on thin ice

 

the box…

 

carefully crafted
a perfect shape
each panel
polished
to perfection
reflecting all shades
of light
equally
so
nothing
can penetrate it
nor
alter
its core
with
such
purity
one would
assume
its contents
would serve
the greater good
but like
all
pure self-righteous hearts
it serves
only
itself

 

the curse of saltwater customer service…

the-curse-of-saltwater-customer-service

excluding
all
but
his emotions
he counts
his concerns
each one
more
significant
than
the last one
conveying
his jaundice views
to those
compelled
to listen to
his mad dog rampages
they
unable to retreat
smile
and
offer
consolatory solutions
but
to no avail
he’s certain
there’s only
one
answer
his

life on a single dimension…

life on a single dimension

it’s all
so very clear
to you
how things
are
and
should be
no intersecting
lines of thought
to blur
your delusions
or
create some
distinct plane
perpendicular
to yours
there is but
one good
yours
there is but
one way
yours
there is but
one truth
yours
there is but
one god
yours
so
death
to others
is not only
expected
but
viewed as
proper
and
justified
on
your fading line
of
existence

to the self-righteous…

to the self-righteous

the tributes to you
have faded from your gravestones
your life’s just reward

your life’s just reward
for your sins of omission
to be forgotten

to be forgotten
for those you let die alone
for what you believed