I’ve blended in the best I can
interloper in the world
lurking in the middle places
looking out into the faces
if I’m seen it is a glance
ephemeral by dogmatic rules
now the mimic of the norm
my purpose turned to seeing more.

Observing the ways of human kind
analysis conducted by poetic rote
weakness denoted by scratch of red
filling pages inside my head
footnotes made of gods’ disciples
striving to goodness that I shirk
in my heart the stories cluster
the madness that waits in furnace blast.

Consideration given to future paths
what I envision is deviant
from the outcomes most embrace
before the coming of that day
I’ll prepare them for the fall
by stating the contents in the wild
beyond their bubbles of comfort grasped
the madness will find them in the end.

© 2017. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20171112.