Thank you to Mark Antony Rossi of Ariel Chart for publishing my poem.
Vexations
There was no need to slam the door.
Just a quick snick would have made the same statement.
Is there any moral name for your misanthropic delight?
You consider love an unimportant theme.
Most find that so very trying.
Like a dog that thinks that everything barks,
gossips mistrust each and every,
their imagined hearings make this so.
And as long as our backs are turned,
you worry the slope of tight enclosures,
and worship shadows that frame all your thoughts.
Your only smiling times come
as your malice finds a useful scale
upon which your brooding is weighed,
and the scale tips heavily in your favor.
Transparent comeuppance, on your part,
in a most repugnant enterprise,
earns you the award for the most damaging destruction.
You, having painted an unstable sky
that blasts the land with the disgorgement
of ludicrous thunderclouds
that rain down your well-earned wergeld,
the blood money squeezed from your soul.
I can only pray that,
in some social order,
the rest of us will give the photographer of each mind his own darkroom,
and hope the photos print more pleasant and true.
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