Wicks for WAX

WICKS FOR WAX

Cultures are social gaps.

Engineered to collapse.

Not enough food to last.

Tongue tied to the past.

Too tired to react.

Too blind to adapt.

Truths fall through the cracks.

Too few wicks for wax.

Cultures are soical traps.

TRUST

The man with the banjo

told me to trust the song.

The man with the rifle

told me to trust my resolve.

The man with the book

told me to trust the words.

The man without eyes

told me to trust the art.

Now I must convince the

man in the mirror to trust

his heart.

CITY HARES

Making awkward eye contact

with two furry rabbits,

I instantly felt guilty

swallowing my last

bite of roasted

carrots.

DUCK ON LUNCH

Stale bread tickled the empty stomachs

of the lonely duckling while she

carefully probed the riverbed

for discarded cornbread stuffing,

regardless of how disgusting.