i’d give you a reason to grieve but my mind, she keeps running loops around my words. i reel her in for not.

poetry

in modest times
we wore our faces
full of beards we could
not bear to bare in public
before audiences of
both men and the ladies
to whom we preached
the awkward lies
of global cooling
to soothe those of
weaker consciousness
the ones our mothers
told us we should include
on the playground
but despite our good
intentions we dared not
approach their leper
like social status

3 thoughts on “i’d give you a reason to grieve but my mind, she keeps running loops around my words. i reel her in for not.”

  1. freakynewchild's avatar

    I find it interesting that you refer to your mind as a “she” (maybe I am just bored), but I somehow think that some eminent psychologist could dig up an awesome and terrifying explanation from your little chilhood. You should definitely look into it 🙂
    That said, I think there might be a mysterious connection between beard and social and/or climate change. You could model a society’s evolution by examining the propensity or willingness to shave beards shown by its people. Then write an essay something like “a critique on bearded man vs modern man”

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