alternatives to gravity
do not end well.
they leave the grounded
without the lesson
one desires to deliver.
repression of the sounds
falling in the forest when no one is there

giving in to
your sentence of impotence
breaks a law that no solicitor
could beg nature to dress in.

or some saw like that.

so we run, or walk
tell ourselves fables.
fly on the radar of our ego
blind and cautious
wearing the merit-badge of confidence

the hurting is anathema to
all intention pushing through the soil
so we don’t.

no.

that would be blasphemy
cardinal red.
sticky with something pure
like a thread of doubt.

our comedy is lower,
crime no longer seduces shock
ink becomes gray
the palate monochromatic.

gravity becomes exercise
tone for a slower grin,
heavier eyelids,
sharper comments,
and future investment.

© Tom Watters 10/7/08