blood boiling I reach
beyond myself
a contortionist
of sorts
unable to reconcile
this reptilian brain
with my heart's desire to
transcend
rage.
knowing precarious strength
i am not as i pretend to
be;
above it all
above anything, really.
i have fooled no one
not even myself.
yet the belief that there is dignity
in
kind acceptance
persists
providing only tenuous
resistance
to this geiser-ly
spectacle.
khaki shorted, sandalled
throngs
will not circle
in anticipation of such
infantilism.
for this, I am grateful.
look away,
there is no escaping
the primal degradation in life.
even the best of
intentions cannot
anthropomorphize
me.
alternative title: ode to a car salesman... :)
