Sigh...

Not my best night ever. I need more work on flash.

Sigh.

Anyway, something from three years ago.

Afraid of the Dark

Who am I?
Who the hell knows.
I don’t stand
in the light of labels
which fall and curl
like leaves in the fall,
when those “enlightened”
feel inclined to
fit me in their
design for life
like a purpose-built
part, no worries if it
breaks down,
we’ll just order
another up.
I see those
disparaging looks
from well-lit nooks
toward these few,
proud, old and new,
loud, soft, something’s
a little skewed with
these, those, us
that walk the
shadowed expanse where
the “enlightened” ones won’t
dance. But those and we that
walk the abyss
know life, know death,
know the kiss
that makes life livable
for those tight-lipped
ones in the light,
who can’t, ‘cause their
ethics, morality, mechanics,
keep them from
preaching truth from perception,
can’t shout about
life, liberty, and the hunt
for a dream.
Scared, meek, mild, wild,
it’s a generation
generating nothing but the
same damn people;
like masturbation,
we’re just screwing ourselves.
I’ve never met
a future Churchill
since being a bulldog
ain’t no thrill, but
too many Paris’s, Pitts,
Simpsons and gridiron stars,
“thugs” driving speed-bump
scraping cars,
people like scars
on the skin of
this society, skin
so thin you
can see straight through
and tell it ain’t so
deep; them I see
and they see me
and they’re scared
because I’m invisible
here in the dark.
Me and free, right here,
colorblind and politically
incorrect, perfectly uncool
rules that ain’t so rigid.
Love white, black, brown
and everything I left out.
That kiss in the dark
don’t determine by
color, creed, or clairvoyant divinity
but the “enlightened” types
shake fingers, tell me
I’m wrong for this reason,
that reason, any reason, just
don’t rock the boat.
I don’t need
diffused, reflected,
confused, rejected
light, it’s wrong.
And besides
I ain’t afraid of the dark.