Saturday, December 12, 2009

SELF DEFENSE


















She’s on trial for a crime.
A situation out of control.
A knife, the dark
Two children at home.
She struggles.
Watch.
Watch her.
The juror checks his watch.
His dinner waits.
He hates her dress.
Convict her.
Convict her.

A fly in the ointment

They gather together
And dream a dream
Absently swatting flies
While tormenting
Themselves
With possibilities.

They comment
On the daily news
And flip the channels
Aimlessly
In search of distraction

They look forward
To their meals
In an unnatural way

They swat flies with a passion.