Thursday, January 28, 2021

Tomorrow...

 Tomorrow...

poem by e.e.cane

Jan. 28, 2021


swelling thought 

maybe tomorrow buries itself 

comfortably between modesty

and screaming incoherently

Indeed, whenever I express meekness, 

barbarism follows

When offensively brilliant—conciliatory mocking

I find intolerance can’t wait, so I do,

quietly nestled and keeping my mouth shut

waiting for the next day

and the next

and the next...

No comments:

Post a Comment

Thank you.