Lotus Gait

	I have this recurring nightmare:flailing pigeon, her broken feetfrozen solid to the freezing pavement.
	I turn away as if
	I do not see.
	I have this childhood memoryof my old man screaming from the driver’s seatto turn away from an unfolding horror,but he could not undo what
	I had seen.
	We never spoke of it again.
	Two more hapless citizens ofthe new post-traumatic stress worldwide disorder.
	A stockholm syndrome fifth estate,desperate to batten down the mounting horrorsand shuffle on in a global lotus gait.
	Content to marinatein the plasma glow of thehome entertainment prisons wecommune before like dime-store shrines.
	Are these but votive lives?
	A strangled, twisted trussthat shores-up each of us.
	Anything to dull the painof a splintered lotus gait.
	As for me a filigree of psychic police tapetends to cordon-off the darker scenes.
	But the wandering mind stumbles through itand relives them all eventually.
	Pries open wide your eyesand shines a painful lighton the guilt, the fear, the shame.
	The courage never camefrom the plasma glow of thehome entertainment prisons wecling to like dime-store shrines.
	Are these but votive lives?
	Conservative at heart.
	A conformist from the start.
	A stockholm syndrome fifth estate.
	A staggering lotus gait.
	It’s a strangled, twisted trussthat shores-up each of us.
	So anything to dull the painof a self-inflicted, crippling lotus gait.

	I have this recurring nightmare: flailing pigeon, her broken feetfrozen solid to the freezing pavement.
	I turn away as if
	I do not see.
	I have this childhood memoryof my old man screaming from the driver' s seatto turn away from an unfolding horror, but he could not undo what
	I had seen.
	We never spoke of it again.
	Two more hapless citizens ofthe new posttraumatic stress worldwide disorder.
	A stockholm syndrome fifth estate, desperate to batten down the mounting horrorsand shuffle on in a global lotus gait.
	Content to marinatein the plasma glow of thehome entertainment prisons wecommune before like dimestore shrines.
	Are these but votive lives?
	A strangled, twisted trussthat shoresup each of us.
	Anything to dull the painof a splintered lotus gait.
	As for me a filigree of psychic police tapetends to cordonoff the darker scenes.
	But the wandering mind stumbles through itand relives them all eventually.
	Pries open wide your eyesand shines a painful lighton the guilt, the fear, the shame.
	The courage never camefrom the plasma glow of thehome entertainment prisons wecling to like dimestore shrines.
	Are these but votive lives?
	Conservative at heart.
	A conformist from the start.
	A stockholm syndrome fifth estate.
	A staggering lotus gait.
	It' s a strangled, twisted trussthat shoresup each of us.
	So anything to dull the painof a selfinflicted, crippling lotus gait.