my dear

 how will you know

if you never leave,

that you don't want to return

-the house of your father

and your mind:

your customs and reflexes.

get out more often 

to visit friends 

and enemies.

at least,

walk the streets.

which one?

 It is the heart

and courage -that pierce,

not the spears -they rust.

truth

is
what we all know,
some are aware,
few say and
almost none live.

When pushed as though
it is trumpets sounding,
instead of a drunkard
reli-ving himself;

You wonder of the banqueters,
and what they are thinking.
You get lost -if not pass out-
in the music played to such fine ears
-by the minstrel.

Call it a night and say:
dim the light -for now-

robot

Moved aside -when some,
cranked up robot,
stuck on convictions of the past
pushed through.

Nov 24, 2019