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the bare bones of it

I see
you cover your face
and laugh
your emotions
embarrass you

you pretend at reality
in an effort to garner
an academy award

if it is not life on your terms
you flail with octopus arms

I think at times
you're an alien
I have never seen a smile
on your dull grey face
except for one in derision

you live by your decision
to afflict us with your frenzy
your chicken little sky is falling
down upon us like menses

your atmosphere is chilly and raw
like Portland winter rain

won't do
and yet you
continue to
hide behind your
its propaganda

I'm not interested
you're so not interesting

you are
too self-involved
and ready for the tree
your cross
will not allow me
any space to be

back off

and, I will not crouch down
to crawl through the narrow
margins which you would
have me falter

oh woe is you
oh no
if you
want empathy
you will have to learn to practice it

but your eye roll and your huff
will spawn mostly
bad karma
the stuff
you do not believe in
it is against your God,
your creed


and what if
an exacting karma may smite you?

and isn't it
your belief that everyone
by word or deed
spites you?

so if you should
look behind you.
you might not like
you might find?

the Medusian sight of you would blind

truth is the consequence
of looking
into the fun-house mirror...

look now,
and divine why you are so miserable

this is your new therapy now.

Copyright February 2014
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Meloo/melissa a howells

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