anger is an action

I try to crate deep
inside of what I bring
to the party

just like sense
and common decency
are something we tried to
emblazon across our t-shirts

sign on the dotted

line-up of summer
blockbuster actions
coming to a mirror
near you

or me

I fan the flames
and hope that my
hope doesn’t betray

the portrait I paint
of idyllic sensitive
horse shit and pie

and the flies flock
to the hidden,
to feed on what is
not part of the
commercial
dance that I perform
of myself

jester of my actions,
loosely wound strings
on a fine instrument
the song is in the
overtones,
and not the fundamentals

of a principled judgment
all boxed up
kangaroo-style.

the verdict is

on me.

© Tom Watters  6/6/06