Vandals
I fear those who fear enough to hide in falsehood:
hypocrites, bullies, evangelicals, other villains.
Vandals in the memory palace.
I intuit a clandestine meritocracy
with a commitment to deception
beyond the inefficiency, the incompetence, the irrationality,
the misapplication
or underutilization
of reason.
Am I more alive in dreams that don’t cohere
or in this world of restriction and dull sorrows?
All poems are written and copyrighted by Michael C. Rush.
None may be republished or repurposed without permission.