dissociated homerun



there is no quenching

the thirst

of never having


i’m huge  i’m invisible

i’m laughing  i’m crying

inside….and out


dealing in truth

no more passive aggression

skidding into

home plate


dirt on my face

scraped up elbow

beautiful badges

of un-blindered sight


ebbing back & forth

in needless attack

outnumbered in society’s

droning on of victimhood