just take off a layer
or walk around
topless
i am the archpriest
eating sugar puffs
i am the prelate
eating bagels
i am halfway
in
and halfway
out the window
the mother-in-law wants it off
i am not for sale
my successors are labouring
like hercules
the hidrosis is formulaic
like glib one-liners
"it's bad for the bones and
you'll catch a cold"
bring on the catarrh
the indisposition
the bogeys
the runny front bonnet
and collectivist honk
the towel over the bowl
of hot adam's ale
seduce my soul my doxy
my concubine
a night emission
i make love to the air conditioner
--In a world of color,
what's in their names,
in a spectrum of diversity,
when underneath is the same,
there is nothing to discover,,
--Race is all of one,
humanity to blinded to see,
because everything is too superficial,
being blinded, you're not free,
believing humanity to far gone,,
--Can you tell without skin?,-
knowing we're built the same,
illusions tougher than your reality,
the racist groupthinker so lame,
lowest form of collectivist stain,,
--Who are you to say,
that skin color is paramount?,-
you're oppressed, or the oppressor,
baiting skin color to amount,
fermenting chaos that's on display,,
--The blind, leading the blinded,
where objective truths never seen,
the hatred that's so cold,
among the darkness in between,
heart's darkest shadows so divided,,
--Hope, the sliver of light,
breaking through humanities inferior molds,
the objective binding reason,
that we all must hold,
that we're one of might!