Somewhere
In a cave
She sits
Carbon stained fingers
Drawing
A poem
Disproportioned figures
Dancing
As a moon
Rises
Over arched
Stones
Her jabberwocky gibberish angered me
My irritation became mammoth disproportioned
She ignores all facts
Picking and choosing who to believe
Making up new “alternative facts”
Endorsing and quoting an entertainment channel
Which should be sued for using the word news
So what my geometry’s disproportioned
and I call myself a volunteer writer?
A felon? Yep. But that’s image distortion -
a classic lover, occasional biter,
sensitive-mid-age-crisis-approaching
double-divorcee-triple-duty-deadbeat-
dad does me better. Plus, in terms of coaching,
none need be proffered this sure-bet to cheat
with an always available stable
of nay-saying alibis on burner phones
calling to say: You’ll be comfortable
thinking my ears hear no other mares moan,
so long as you’re blonde, petite, no older than
twenty and run from me fast as you can.