Ginger Snaps

Ginger Snaps

Little tweaks grind into flux

As pressure of income

Rather than outcome versus

Doing the ‘proper’ thing

Begets frustration, always

Finding the shuttle back to

Where we run from as escape

Needs not fulfilled at base level

Foster anger, hurt and fear

Which span the range of emotion

Neither allowing tranquil peace

Nor settling of the tandems of

Interrelated thought process

Life requires Dylan-esque calm

Shelter from the storm as geometric

Cards envelope self-actualization

‘You can’t take it personally’

She says as she digs … deeper

Engraining monoculture lies while

Wasting community circles of equity

Equity? Tough concept for a

Me only world where selfish

Acquisition appears the end game

For why else would one foul

A nest but for fear of whatever

It is that we happen to fear

Shitting bricks, fanning flames

Then running away to hide

From too many gory details

Forces unleashed by attitudes

Of come what may and que sera’

Retire all plans of temporal order

One can never plan for the whimsical

Chaos of scorched Gaia, who wants

Yet cannot nurture, cannot give

Given the present constraints of space

Given the present shackles on time

© 2007 lemme howdt