Haiku – Page 12 – aka, The Abject Muse

The World’s Mask

Are you not afraid that a poison past begets a poison future? A real change is rare but the illusion of change is all around you.

Cornered by the past and future; nowhere to be except here and now.

Speak truth to power: rebellion sparks changes of socks and underwear.

Time stands still whenever I’m with you. The clock doesn’t move. It’s stuck like me.

When you caught my eye you stole my heart for a minute — maybe two. Maybe.