We live surrounded by isolated casual acts
Of cowardice
People who act out their contempt for things
That have happened to them
That may happen to anybody, anytime/
The alleviation of such pains
This rationale of guilt
Victimizing, crossing and blurring lines
Are the colours of cowardice
A deep red
It is not the lack of conviction
We all struggle with
The child hood angst we all outgrow
The fear of the unknown
Traumas of injurious pre-adolescent events
No . it is in the cavalier moments where the scrutiny
Is blind and undecided
We format our various selfs
On digital screens of contempt sight unseen
Anonymity a weapon not heaven sent
Everything else in the back seat
Except the pain, its front and center
Guns some symbol of men in action
Phallic ness circumspect
In the isolation no one can check/
Alone out in the sunshine
Eyes reaching to see
You may enter the vastness
Of the human world
The myriad vulnerabilities of this village
So many spontaneous surprises in life
Arriving analog
It goes either way
In the moving clouds
You can release some angst
Your pain on offer
Each and everyone of us under the same sky
The same abilty to wonder and ask why
july06
