The Polite Reflex

The train time as mine
A foolish notion
But a focused attempt
To put things past
Where they might be pushed
Or push me to be
Past my point
The thing about it is
It’s foolish
But necessary

Even in the midst of great turmoil
I look to stave away the lurking thoughts
And concentrate on the greatest gift
Of nothingness
That special rift
Between panic and exhaustion
A prayer for Nirvana
A shout to Valhalla
A high five with Muhammad
All on the inside
Because everything else
Is so
Damn
Draining

A respectable mess
We all are
Coughing
Laughing
Talking to ourselves
Fidgeting
Taking in the paint jobs
And painful depreciation
Wary of the screw
And nut job
But not from here
Not completely

Up here is separation
A reparative freedom
A lost relative
When our wings were clipped
To protect us from bird flu
And chicken stew
We snack
And ignore each other
Which is oh so fine
It is somewhere in there
Where understanding melts away
Into true compassion
Empathy and meditation
Or
Contempt and disgust
But you’d never know it
Judging by posture
Self absorbed introspection
Concentration and polite reflex
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3.27.08

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