An
indentation fixed upon
Those
spliced agendas
Too often ignored
By
salutations bred in happenstance,
An
uneasy gullet appears, stirring forth an awkward shuffling of
Distracted feet
“I think I’ll have Chinese”
“sounds
great…ooh, I’m
getting
the California roll”
“uhh…ok”
Sometimes it’s best not to offer penance when there
is not a scar to erase—
Sometimes it’s best to allow the errors come back
naturally, rather than explaining away some insignificance…
Tell that to the Japanese….
Tempura right
Sake
Damn
ignorance is like a jackknife into a pool of rocks
But,
it’s an offense even the most cautious and
Deliberate
must at some time defend—
Which of course
Does
not absolve the responsibility stirred
In
restitution’s anti-trust…
It most certainly doesn’t exonerate one
from their bigotry, just because one was born that way, taught that way, only
lived a life in an environment as such….for if it did
Well then we’d wind up with too many
jackasses on parade, evil so and so’s dancing about with equality’s severed
head dangling from a blood soaked hand—
And all of
our disgust will swiftly wipe away with a singular flash of that mentos smile…glimmering
in obnoxious pools of blissful unconsciousness
Only to awake the next sunrise
Wondering
where the throbbing brow was first born
And when the recognition finally sifts
the clues together, pasting the picture back to whole…the nausea hits
and
overcompensation seems the natural recourse—which
will
seem forced, be out of character, out of place—thusly
it’ll
seem false—which, of course, it is…not the actions necessarily, but the motives
behind them, and I sit here then, wondering, which type of bigotry is worse…
There’s
no easy answer
Lengthy
deliberation will
undoubtedly
paint some foul
corners—and
sometimes,
it’s just best
to
shut up and seem cold and uncaring—
which,
of course, you can write off as being afflicted by demons you’re trying to sort
out, or you are going through a bad patch, depression has a hold on you, yadda
yadda yadda, and the like, all viable reasons, but those ready to condemn you,
don’t care about what got you to where you are, they just want someone, anyone
to blame…they want a goat, so once again, they can be reassured when they look
in the mirror—
an
epiphany delivers
it’s
message, loud and clear
like a drop of blood
in a lake so clear….
