Poemdog

Dogs 2018

I WILL NOT RECANT
(1/21/18)

go ahead

make fun

ridicule me

I don't
mind

really

you see
me
puttering around
in the yard
of my three
bedroom house

you see
a sellout

an ordinary
citizen

you think me
tame

domesticated

but still
I carry
the same
thoughts

the same
prejudices

as I did
when I was
jobless

beer in
hand

railing
against
the system

that ugly
surface
of society
that covers
a deeper

much richer

orb
of reality

I understand
your skepticism

you see me
as a sycophantic
participant
in the very evil
against which
I preached

actually
I have found
that I see easier
through the
subterfuge

from a position
of calm

of quiet

going
to work

paying
bills

taxes

mowing
my lawn

as if
they were prayer
wheels
taking me away
from the here

the now

singing
the tiger
to sleep

opening vistas
hitherto unseen
within the metaphysical
realm
of existence

look
into my eyes

tell me
that they see
only
the everyday

ask
my neighbors
if they consider
me
one of them

I smile

I wave

but they are
uncomfortable
if I speak

as so
should you
be

as I stare
through you
to infinity