Minuscule Psychologists

MINUSCULE PSYCHOLOGISTS those bars, those bars… they screech and scream and scare us little girls the spots, the stripes... of leopards and tigers confined with jangling keys and legs of chairs… the circus feature of our prayers we hear, we hear… the whispers of grown men who snarl and sneer closed in, closed in… with legal pad, we query the escapee’s sin the whorl, the world... minuscule psychologists open up pandora’s box shoulder to shoulder… the dynamic duo ink blot a list of truth and lies empirical lessons... not forgotten but tweaked in the dendrites of my mind those bars, those bars… separate the pandemic cells held in subconscious time 4/15/2018