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

there remains a tainted
luminescence down here
through the cracks

enough lamplight to view
the hope of those
that you let slip

it’s an amusement
park of clarity,
the line forms daily

you must be
at least this tall
to experience this ride

participation is the journey
of yet another prodigal son
I will return informally wizened

until that time, my
job will be carney, hawking
the happiest place on hell

© Tom Watters  6/1/06