Otherize

I'm startled by the manner in which your senses align
what is it that tells me you simply suppose
the willingness of others to tend the margins
and dump their hostile feelings onto the slack latitudes
and unwitting accomplices

What does it matter to you
as long as your prop wash is someone else's concern
why second guess yourself
when immunity to consequences makes that a wasted effort


Otherize the rest of the world
and scare the people into acquiescence
make them forget what really matters
the truth they can do without
since you can't tell it
why should they need it

dust devil

I wonder if she knows
that I am crazy and impossible
a dust devil that stirs a few leaves
and never quite makes it across the field
yet possessed of a constant heart
that will soon set me down again
to dance anew and remind her
that I am still around