following

in fews and some succinct
far betweens
where seeing is belief, a chasm
yawns

-wait-
let me reassemble this and that
together

it will come

Open

in relaxed moments, boxes
like these
corners

converse

wait and see
or not
and never mind-

prophecy, like karma
thinks
a lone to only one

conclusion

there is no watcher here
a wake.




Painting by Charles W. Bartlett, 1908 in [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.

The cure

Like most people,

I know more than most people.

Taboo topics, like religion and politics

have no place out of doors,

less is more-saying wise.

Opinions, as I have said before, are canned 

goods, homemade tastes better.

Did you notice the leaders need more followers?

I have no doubt their pantries are stocked. 

Perhaps taste requires focus.

Pickling causes swelling. 

All people only recognize five objects at a time, 

so how would leaders know a lover from a hater

up front?

Or a pickle from a cucumber...

Precisely my point. 

There is no crime in popularity contests,

pretty packaging by poll, you follow?

Me neither. I will walk away

and say nothing about knowing 

anything about anyone

anymore.

Unless I thought my opinion may be expired

until I checked the label noticing a 

dangerous dent

where it says 

Homemade Poetry

concentrate.

Photo By Bruce Bisping, 1953-, Photographer (NARA record: 1888360) (U.S. National Archives and Records Administration) [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.