Dogs 2014

A FINE LINE
(6/20/14)


I tread
a delicate
daily balance

on one
side
I'm a humble
responsible
caring citizen
in my neighborhood
community
and society
at large

on
the other
I'm an extremely
bleak
misanthropic
isolationist

no matter
my situation
the two worlds
continually pull me
in diametric
directions

either
predilection
can dictate
influence
at any
given moment

whether
by thought
or by action

I stress
and strain
to keep from
falling
on my face
completely

each me
despising
the other

neither
seemingly believable
by my peers

I appear
to them
at times
an unctuous fake

later
an intolerable
asshole

those
closest to me
attempt to read
my tattoos
as they might
tea leaves
trying
to divine
my true nature

but even
the ink
is inconclusive

no
opposing Muses
display
my dichotomy

there seems
no hope
for others to discover
what I
know not

in the end
I back away
preferring
to be kind

or cruel

from a distance

where voices
cannot be heard

but
waving hands

or flying
fuck you
fingers

serve
as adequate
communication