A Comfort Continent Poem by John Sensele

In my world, I make a difference
When I share a blind woman's burden
Instead of pouring on her my impertinence
Slowly, surreptiously or all of a sudden.

In my world, I craft pacific poems
For the happy and the broken hearted
To clear doom and gloom alongside fluids from totems
As the deflated, defeated comfort the deserted.

In my world, laughter and comfort
Command a higher premium
Than the might of the powerful barricaded in a port
When they swill at will vats of vintage rum.

In my world, women experience the science
That concocts votes for their freedom
To balance persistence, perseverance and balance
As women unleash their vast potential in their promised feminine kingdom