To Know The Right Way

Oh, to go beyond the grasp,

the tangles that keep reminders alive,

there is the mystery of the mind,

what to turn off, what to feed, what to settle in,

so that moving forward seems a reliable

resolve to the repudiating repulsion of time.


Yes, without speaking in tangible terms,

leave it to the eyes to interpret,

disclose, determine in words,

what shall be thought to reserve judgment.


When standing on the street,

look into a man’s eyes,

is he relaxed, skeptical, terrible

in this seeming expression on a hot summer day.


While sitting in a local cafe,

she buried her face in paperwork,

a bomb goes off nearby and she doesn’t twitch,

for in our world we don’t feel explosions,

we only create war inside our brain,

that is the place we store the fuse, the powder keg,

the nuclear option to saving grace.


Oh, the notions of moving forward,

to know the right words,

to recognize complete action,

beyond simple presumptuous fiction.

How can a world determine,


when locked into the tenets of this

seemingly societal scrutiny,

makes allowances,

to suggest the human condition,

is flawed.

My Reflection; Your Perception

Ever do this.


Finish the conversation

Walk away

Having left a cordial departure

Smiles and a handshake


And look back


Out of the corner of your eye

And that telling moment

When you both connect

Your eyes looking right at each other


We wonder now


As methodical as your moves

Can be perceived by another

Person watching you

How careful do I need to be


In this moment


Everything we just shared

Is being scrutinized

Did we say too much?

Was that smile real or cover?


Are they thinking


About my mistakes then

Or about their victory

Or is it about that at all

Or do they just like my tie?


Maybe the tie


Has no connection to

The glance; the reassurance

Both humans need

At a given moment


Like those shoes


Wondering what is more important

The conversation that takes place

Or the moment afterward


Ever do this?