image by Sarolta Ban
He hides his nervousness behind a Mercurochrome mask
feels the grittiness of a public humiliation just the same
with no particular reason that he can articulate.
It's just the size of everything is so outlandish.
The rivers of mascara that flow like lava.
Mars and Jupiter staring him down.
What phobia should he choose
as he recoils from it all?
He has become the two legged atom
randomized and feeling underfoot
an ant fleeing as the real world trudges on.
Michael A. Wells
Deep!
ReplyDeleteAnd beautiful!
This is great. I especially like the last stanza.
ReplyDeletegood poem!
ReplyDeleteThis poem has an almost virginal tone! Poor man. "It's just the size of everything is so outlandish" really describes our society today: In trying to simplify we've made it big, confusing, and ominous. Great poem!
ReplyDeleteA agree with Laurie. Also love the image you paired with this poem.
ReplyDeleteI like the image of an ant fleeing while the real world trudges on.
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Mars and Jupiter staring him down...oh yeah!
ReplyDeleteVery atomic , loved it !
ReplyDeleteSize definitely matters...
ReplyDeleteand two word verification is twice as bad as it used to be with one. How about turning it off and helping us busy comment leavers to leave a little faster? :)