The Comfort Of The Critical Poem by Raj Dronamraju

David talks only of money
Which is why we feel we don't need to see him
He knows a riddle which is too easily answered
Fading pulse of the hammerhead age
Fall and bump your head on recently delivered integration

It takes more than the possession of a nice vocabulary
To take over the space of a critical audience
If that space is safe, the burdens become bearable
Gastronomic populism satisfies the taste of dyspeptic commonalities

It is a result of keeping apart from imagination's receivership
That made me extend this offer "I would like you to be my Chief Executive Officer"
We never host the rude nor the uninvited here
We stay in a pale body temperature no man's land
You could be the clergyman conducting the household worship
Pointing the way to a near life experience