After Literary Launches.
Who wants truth
and who can give it?
As they circle around
tables of crisps and books
engaging each other
in rituals
of symbolic exchange
waiting for the cue
that indicates
"Ah but there is much
more to me than
that which
you can
see."
...can you bear
to dance within
two inches of
the outer edges
of this display -
"Ah...it was the pain then..."
Yes...it made you
retract into
a semblance of
the cultural average -
it made you avert your eyes
and leave a sentence
hanging in midstream -
the examination of
outer image - he fails,
she passes...inspection
of 'propriety' and
the rest of our
cruel concealment
of the naked soul.
That's living here and now
in circles...
My heart is weary
of this...the pain
strikes me like the
arrows of circumstance,
and my ignorant
'innocence' reflects back
from this social mirror...
an alien face
something different
a mutation for the future
or the sick fringe
of a struggling species?
Aloha! Can I celebrate
this difference?
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