Afraid
The truth is, I'm afraid of most everything.
From the beautiful forests, cloaking hungry beasts.
Every wave of the ocean din harbors a cold dorsal fin...
With my name engraved on it.
The mountains-and all the hidden fissures
, every step a potential hellish frozen death.
I'm afraid of big cities with all its bag pipe faces.
Blitzing back and forth from noise to noise-
A million dirty children-a half a million broken toys.
I'm afraid of small towns-and all the earthy smiles.
Hiding in plain sight, their filthy six-fingered lies.
I'm afraid of the finality of graveyards...
Rows of forgotten marble splashed with pigeon droppings.
I'm afraid of old age-as signs of frailty are starting to mount.
I'm afraid of the lost people of the iPhone occult.
Blank faces shuffling along like short-circuited robots.
I'm afraid of the heartless turbine called change.
The lengthy lives of predators
The brief flash of beauty
Pristine waters that suddenly turn murky.
Mayhem always stalking beauty
The brevity of pollinators.
I'm afraid of love tossed so casually aside.
Like a pair of city sneakers wrapped around a country wire.
I'm afraid of that late-night phone ring.
That chimes, that your life will never be the same.
I'm afraid of the snotty ogre in the mirror-that they call a wasted life.
I'm afraid there is no God at the end of the line.
I'm afraid of boxcar graffiti
I'm afraid of dying but not death
I'm afraid of the mirror so I turn the other cheek.
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