you there raging

you can’t frighten me I’ve been

around too long

I don’t care about scare tactics and tantrums

I don’t even think

though I’ve not stood at the end of one mind you

I’m all that frightened of a gun

or the bullet it contains.

No you go ahead and rage

and I’ll go ahead and bow

and tomorrow

when I wake

I am sure I’ll see where this is all leading and I’ll understand just a bit more

how you tantrum there

and your


have led me around this corner I can’t sort.

I am not frightened of your fit.

<My fear is of the right fit not coming>

and even yet there

and again there

and again and again there in that illusory fit

I must ask

may I please bow to you

you don’t frighten me.