INDECENCY

     
     
            When it came to rationalizing whatever new mess
         He'd blundered into, Asher’s mind was a frightened rabbit
         Of hopping opportunist alibis – a fat habit
         He had got hooked on early on, at university
         Where, indulging in one more detour of perversity,
         He once took a ‘fun’ course in Logic that helped him see
         1) that anything was arguable, and 2) that he
         Had an instinctive talent for arguing anything.

                                                                    ~

         You would think it would have made him better at listening
         To himself and putting a lid on the ‘reasonable’
         Balls he kept setting up and knocking about, unable
         To see that the green but very flat table of his mind
         Which the balls clunked around on was riddled with holes, the kind
         Less bright blind men know to avoid
         

                                                                   *

           Be that as it may, i have to admit that no-one gave
         A fart about the fancy footwork in Asher’s brain save
         Astronomo-Kanamono with whom he sometimes dropped
         His nice-guy mask to reveal the rabbit that never stopped
         Leaping and zigzagging around the hurdles in his head
         (Though no doubt his tombstone-legend would read just LEFT UNSAID)

                                                                  ~

         Not even his drinks-&-whores buddy Arne would have wanted
         To know what really lay behind Benny’s cool mask.    Haunted
         He might sometimes look, but by what wasn’t for Arne to guess
         - He was no psickcaulogist.   Sure, Benny’s mind was a mess
         Sometimes; whose wasn’t?

            ((*fatima solagua arterra’s nudes* by Brian Chan, 2015)