Archive for March 2022
Tick
Where will it appear?
In my mind it’s always there.
Infiltrating thoughts
and creating more.
But physically, how will it show?
A tick in the hands, shoulders, neck or face.
Which subconscious choice
will lead to today’s disgrace?
As my heart races,
my anxiety settles in.
Making its home
in a space too familiar.
I wish I could wish it gone,
to not be burdened by its grip,
wondering where it will appear,
tick
after
tick.
Punditry Puppetry
Who are they, those who tell us how to think?
And who were they before we put them on TV?
What makes them qualified to speak
on every subject, whatever they please?
And why do we listen?
Why do we make nests in their echo chambers and tunnel vision?
Why do we stay blind to other viewpoints?
Deaf to other voices?
When will we ask ourselves these questions?
When will seek answers from those who have studied the answers?
Those without agendas.
Because those who speak the loudest may only be trying to upend us.
Words Can
The words were as haggard as the speaker,
drunken and pathetic.
How long were they hidden on your tongue,
just waiting for a malicious reveal?
True words bring out true colors.
But I see you in black and white.
A transparent mask on your face
with a mouth full of lies,
each with a splinter that sticks to my skin.
I expected more of you, I did, from my own kin.
And shouldn’t we all expect more?
But to share that is to be unfair.
So expectation dissolves into enabling.
And enabling leads us here.
To the words that sting,
each one deeper, indeed.
But each word says more about you
than they do about me.
A Wall
I discovered a wall today.
It exists only in my mind.
I found it at the dead end of memory lane,
hiding in plain sight.
My long term had always been an open map,
pathways to places of the past.
But this quick jog of the memory
has my feet feeling trapped.
I’m troubled by its mere presence,
this wall camouflaged in mirror paint.
Its reflective nature hides a black hole
of which light cannot escape.
Is its purpose to tempt me or protect me?
An era’s worth of memories erased.
The good ones gone just to bury the bad.
The darkness overtook what little light I had.