this product
is a service and
not goods

milk left
in the refrigerator
long enough
to be suspect,
not long enough to
throw away

who will have hope for me?

who will drop the dime on me?

reports now have
a weather system challenge

compasses detect direction
moral or not

fuck.

I cannot believe the lies about
beauty

morality

children.

be well indeed
look in the mirror and
please GET well

in the meantime
I will bow to the ruling dark lord
living in the trenches with
other neophytes

I will bide my time
remember the name that
genetics goes by

remember the stories
of false witness
and the stories of
the prodigal son

fair is what you go to
not what you are
not what this time is.

answers are made
of time and vision
subdivision

breathe deep with the crisp
air of someone else’s hope

my vanity
spent at the feet
of the blind
and of the seekers

foul, fetid and
ultimately fair

© Tom Watters  9/1/07