I write because my time is limited and my imagination is not.
Experience shows That the small betrayals are Inevitable
By D. J. Reddall2 years ago in Poets
I ought to run him through, this callow twit! Ogling Juna as he would a ham Or a plague victim specked with sores and shit
Savor the waiting The impatient are foolish Time reveals beauty
When education Becomes customer service Rigor vanishes
If your wish to hear Stories not meant for your ears Feign sleep and listen
How carefully some choose the right footwear Occasion, mood, height, weight, color and style Collapse the search parameters; they care
Haunting idiots Makes encroaching death seem much More appealing, no?
What kind of leader Believes everyone he wants Can be bought and sold?
Each time you feel small, weak, sick, insufficient Consider the subtle power of one, grey orphan Luckless lunar lump, looping languidly through silence
Hypochondriacal isolation Thanks to a rampant, mysterious plague Gradually yields to relaxation As good signs appear, though many are vague
“Kings are the slaves of history.” Leo Tolstoy, War & Peace When humble workers Humiliate proud monarchs The world seems more just
You survive a plague And then discover that you Suffer from MS
