Wednesday, October 26, 2011

"Blue" Only Means One Thing To The Sightless

I was bumped by a man's cane.
Swearing at the bruise on my shin,
I said, "Watch where you are going!"
Followed by a question, "Are you blind?"
The peppermint coloring of his cane
Answered my question---it ain't no candy.
Tongue bitten, I should have looked
Before talking; my ire isn't that astute.

That's why they call it a blind rage.

Tuesday, October 11, 2011

Nobody seems to concerned with the amount of germs they keep
In their wallets, their pockets, their purses and clutches.
The filth that has touched their currency awakens no urgency
To keep their health priority number one. Contaminated
In so many ways they keep their eyes forward and thoughts out of mind.
Sick in body and spirit they continue to pass their contagions
With the belief that every transaction negates the last.
I'd say your money looks a little green but I'd just be stating the obvious.
Don't think me repulsive, just astute towards these infections festering.
Even the cleanest hands get tainted by this irreversible cash flow.
From the church collection plate to profiteering mongers.
From food to clothes to schools to war to taxes to caskets.
How many microbes inhabit your script?
Time to cleanse it with fire.

Monday, October 10, 2011

These fingers work tirelessly to untie the knots in your back---
Those suckers are tougher to untangle than the ones in your hair.
Your dorsal side earned its merit badges like a good scout:
Fastening strands with precision, carrying the load of a nice lady,
Survival in the most extreme of conditions. Two fingers up,
It'll be honored to help another scout out.
Sometimes those laces need to be undone after a good hike.
Weathering the elements for too long can cause monumental stress;
So take off your pack and relax. Those already knotted fibers strained
To the breaking point; frayed around the edges,
Time for a hemming.
This trooper's nimble fingers can thread a needle too,
Don't ya see my badge?