Long Superciliousness Poems

Superciliousness in Norway.

“They crap in our forest,” an angry man yelled,
Roma people had pitched tents near the forest
where people of this tolerant nation go skiing 
in winters. They came here to find work but 
was...

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Done! - with the salted
Escape! .. to the dilute?

Like a lust temporal, 
tames to river-quiet

Agreeable is a delta ~

Autochthonous rage of the sea, 
dies in a landmass meandered

Venturing uphill's a slower viv...

Egos marine learning to...

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I stand accused of a deep-rooted narrowness,
a blatant superciliousness.
I admit I can be quite silly at times
but nothing that could be contrived as “super silly”.

I view the “world” with a jaundiced eye
as it is filtered...

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