An Exhalation Which Is of an Unknown Origin

At the interface of waves,
Doesn’t matter much which kind,
But let’s say wind and water,

The border Odysseus
Rode all those years, just a seam,
One very few lives make home

Compared to those under it
Who breach it now and again,
Compared to those over it

Who float on it now and then,
Compared to those on the land.
Just a seam, an interface,

Where some waves shape each other
From different modalities,
The wind ruffling the water,

The water dragging the wind,
That’s where you’ll discover
The nature of nothing much.

Invalid Left Denuded

Of angel, as of prey,

Liz Waldner precluded,

And you admired the phrase.

Of angel, as of prey,

Parasites excluded

Never in any way.

Of angel, as of prey,

Shrouded and secluded,

You let your last days fade.

It’s Never the Ship; It’s the Flag

When someone makes an argument,
Over drinks or in an essay,
Chances are good the audience

Evaluates that argument
Quite carefully and thoroughly,
Not to consider its logic

Or to weigh its evidence, but
To ascertain whether or not
It fits their prior convictions.

People spy any attempt
To persuade them to change their minds.
Is this argument friend or foe?

Once they’ve decided, they nod, or
Fire back with their own arguments.