A FALSE EQUIVALENCY, A TROJAN HORSE

No one expected such an obvious logical error to sail through unquestioned

Everyone waiting for everyone else to do the questioning

And after the damage is done, they’ll take turns blaming people who were not responsible

Open the gift without taking any precautions

Who sent this gift?

Who wrapped it up in fawning weakness and presented it via a blind spot?

Two things that were not alike were melded together

In the manner of a magician holding a coin in his right hand then making it appear in his left hand

The audience is too worked up to inquire further

Until they find themselves knee-deep in the blood of their mistake

The visceral wrongly timed reflex that lashed out at a bystander

The product of their manipulation which they must still take responsibility for

For they slipped it in as they acted out under the hypnosis of ignorance

Post-attack, the republic of morons is now free to make a future false connection   

They will expedite their own demise

They will let in an enemy through kneejerk thoughtless action 

DISFIGURED ROSE

It was the last left of the season

Most of its petals gone

Stooped from the rain and the coming of the cold

Lost its luster under the relentless pressure of living

The female lion without a mane

It’s the peahen and not the peacock that does all the work

The male courts the less attractive female with disdain

A genetic predisposition to beauty undermined by the elements

The death that is not immediate but which all recognize

Disfigured rose

Maimed and totally beaten down by the sun

Found even the moon too overbearing

That was not given to a lover but given back to the earth

Recycling an unused sensuality

CHINESE ALPHABET

Like love on a battlefield

Which is a meaningless analogy

Unless your life is a war

And you understand nothing

And you rage at polite people

Who don’t cut off others when driving

And give up their seat on the train for a pregnant woman

But you’ve been taken out of the place of your birth

Where there is no corresponding word for the English word “consideration”

The writing goes from left to right

But the opposite twist burnishes your alien way of relating to other people

I know my prejudice is real

From a solid foundation of interaction

No one told me what to think or say

I shouted at you and you ran away

I liked her a lot

But to communicate in writing was to crash into meaning

Meaning would not give way

And so I thought it best to avoid you

You don’t wash properly and you smell bad

You consume odd parts of animals

Impenetrable to me, we’ll get along but I’ll keep one hand at all times on the force of understanding

SUIT OF WORMS

They’ll dress you up in death

And clink glasses when you rot

For them, you only have meaning once you are gone

When you were here, you were an annoyance

And they’d cross the street to avoid talking to you

But a funeral is like a debutante’s ball

Coming out to the assembled who in life were known as enemies

Now they’ll go forth and champion you to everyone they meet

And the corpse of the perpetually mistreated artist

Outfitted in gold lame

Tours the rooms of those who made cutting comments and put down others who liked you

Meanwhile, those who shared in a spoken of experience

The spoken of experience was art

Wonder what they got wrong

Those that used to love you will hurry up decay

It can’t come fast enough

Dress dead influences in a father’s suit of maggots

Eating up what’s been spoiled and made common