Who's In Charge Here
Who’s in Charge Here?
Rules obscure the boundaries
of nothingness.
Migrant marauders seeking
mindfulness
narrow the funnel’s
outflow
squeezing the contents
to slow-flo.
Purity of thought denies
mind’s murky masquerade
smiling faces mockingly
engage in lie’s charade.
Pencil stalking
stark white sage
suppressing passion’s
white hot rage
encage the wrath
of poesy
declare such lusts
all heresy.
Blindfolded poets
ever-night
a string-less freedom
seeking kite.
John G. Lawless
©1/30/2018
Copyright © John Lawless | Year Posted 2018
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