Life’s Little Misdirections 🥀🦋

Not A Gauntlent’s Chance…in this place…I’m in

The Small Voices (Not A Windmill’s Chance…without my brother)

I wish I had a nickel
for    every    time
she pointed out
that’s just how it is now
like I’m ignorant … like
I’m surprised life had made me it’s bitch …

but a small voice
that isn’t harmonized,
that isn’t paired by another
in tune … isn’t
harmony …

and … when did life
make you so smart … ?
and … made you its bitch??
as the two of you laugh at me right now
fitted for plastic armor?
readied for any situation …
big or small …
pierce with my pointy stick
while wheeling atop a uni-cycle I call stead … ??

precarious, I know … but
brave?
to fight alone knowing
it’s more than life that’s hurtful
that wants to make me their bitch … ??
because …
bitch-slapped.

it’s easier taking down the labeled Quixote
(reckless, feckless),
than lance these giant demons —
machines designed,
sluicing the weather around us,
taking our energy,
harvesting our electricity
to deplete good souls
to short out … not grounded to any element,
chained to that grist …

railing
with clenched fist … toppled:

and there you are standing over me.
I see through this visor
what you intimate …
what you intone …
like a coward
you pick on the weakest thing
planted in the dirt of a machination’s shadow …

you’re lucky I see you
and not a windmill
(that I look up
and not down on you…
where you say
my poem should have ended …
there. It
never
ends …)

but for a small dagger
life goes on
without my brother.

2.24.24

I made last 3 lines its own statement than attach to the poem machine because it is the only thing that could separate, yet like throwaway lines only a fool/man would consider

In post.. taking up the gauntlet ?
while everyone else is saying back away from it

because they can’t control me or think me a fool with it?
I have no doubts
Yet, labeled to make me feel reckless, feckless
I hold on to it, sleep with it…
not to feel safe … but the closest thing to kinship I have in this world
it’s that side of myself everyone denies me access to…
won’t realize or accept
I live in two worlds just to feel whole in one
because
cowards
and what do they sleep with…?

WHAT HAVE I TO HIDE?
Oops, I left caps on… and I’m not going to fix…cuz…??

Not going to be a bitch to ML either…