Kit Kelen #1459 - choosing not to see

1459

choosing not to see

a swim for it

it’s often in the mirror so

Dark Ages!

thinking day a cave

a face erased

no either feet

a wisp of blow-me-down

bearded with wisdom

so told

in the all-beyond of borders

how I’ve fenced me in

all around, just things

and I, a motion, among

note only the extremities

other elephants in the room expire

something must be done

time is brittle till

do it anyway

climbed into the highest branches

but couldn’t bear

don’t look

o Gorgon’s head

and tell it on a mountain too

in clouds have called to touch

I bury the head so it’s mine

a continent discovered

a waving field of grain

to loot, it wasn’t there

not me

and tails you bet they dance

hearts of the savages, scones the same

a good look

I chose not to see

the emperor’s new car

grass greener where this Jones kept up

where I have filed myself away

under just these few… possibilities

raise a beaker to thee, eyes tight

a blind man in the buff goes better

ignoring the forecast as well

how far down in the bottle we are

around an idiom

pathology reports by

say nothing meant by it

hide under a bed in dreams

talk pillow peekaboo                                   

it always was a choice and darkly

shut up shop

and can’t see me

can’t look

was the short straw mine?

still all aglow with spark within

a fuse lit to begin