NeverUnderstood the pointOf posturingMoving throughLifeAs rote
The store clerkApproachesBig white and gaySelf-important vacancySearchingFor meaningBeady eyesThe color of a tidal poolAttempting to scrutinizeMy every moveTo himSuspiciousIt’s alwaysThe stupid onesWho thinkThey areIntelligent
Riotous paper chainsAnd gaudy lightsObscure meaningPlasticine smiles plasteredOver bleachedFacesFull of emptinessCryingWar on Christmas!War on Wholesomeness!War on Goodness!They wonderHow to stop itHow to protectThemselves fromThe encroaching BrownMassesThere is a warGoing onBut they are notThe casualties
Beige mouthsThe size of football fieldsGobbling up resourcesAnd my peopleThe IndigenousQueersTranniesBlack, Brown and RedAre leftOutside in the heatFumbling for scrapsSometimes knowingIs not enough
I understandNowThe reason forPosturingIsEasyDeceptiveDestruction