Vantage Points - Poem by Justin Reamer
Grey eyes lit with stupid infatuation,
Curly blonde hair like a bail of straw,
A buck-toothed overbite of an insipid idiot,
The long nose only a hillbilly possesses and
The wave of a hand in utter senility are
The images you see me to be in your mind,
An annoying moron enamoured of you,
Following you wherever you saunter.
Long blonde hair like ears of a cocker spaniel,
Highly volatile blue eyes exploding like A-Bombs,
An impatient foot tapping at lightspeed and
An icy cold glare with flames of comical quality
Demonstrate the images I see you to be,
The Donald Duck angry at the world's stupidity.
The images we see are optical illusions,
Two interpretations of the same subject,
But destructive nuclear missiles from a
Mule's innate truantlike stubbornness,
Heehawing in protest like a pain in the ass,
While Old MacDonald stands utterly clueless.
Our differences, however, need not be Apartheid,
But consolidated colours like an orca's pigmented skin,
Understanding each other with tolerance and respect,
Where the images do not create a consuming inferno,
But an island where Nature is familiar with harmony,
And all beings in existence can be at peace.
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