Mind it!

Ideas peep out
at me,
from a stranger’s face.

I shut them away
and think of
a warm embrace…

They needle
their way through…
to the arena
of thought
and die
a martyrs death
in a battle
fought
with
the paper tigers
who sought…
not originality
but assembly-line rot.

**

Pupils shuttle
from left to right,
right to left.
A orangish-hued light
curtains the drama
that ensues…
Flashes, dashes,
crash into
one another;
beginning where
another ends..
A phantasmagoria,
your eyes mind pens.

**

The first time
it reared its head,
I never saw it
or at least
thought I didn’t.

Second time around,
it drew near…
I wore denial
on my sleeve.

Frequenting the
places I’d go to,
it lingered patiently.

Thought I was safe,
hiding in my bubble,
until I came
face to face
with it
one day.

That fateful day
I knew
that I’d never see
anything as ugly
as the persistent pout
of pointlessness.