I am, the anomaly — arrested, high above the ionosphere and beyond whatever he would have me be,
The sun bends in its idyllic arc — no rush, except to changethe light skinned and hearted, the unguarded,to a different…
Stay for a lightning strike,a love’s dissonancetoo bright to refuse.
I am as compliant as comely,though you would saypliant as a liar, prone to misdirection.
June wildflowers and bequeathed blossomsgrow and die
Trust, like family,can pass into the afterlife,through the tip of a blade.
The disrespect of lifeis life itself — other people,scrabbling as much in the dirt,as trying to be free from it.
The rich lobby while the poor protest,always, against the Man — wanting their own prodigal child for their sacrificed pound of…
