Intent
she shaves my head
as we me they become
an act of unexpected liberation
the inverse Samson
transformation becomes transaction
between me and here and fate
that destiny is desperate to negate
not it nor them
holds any strength to wield
that is mine now and will always be
logical progression visual proclivity
what I see becomes in time reality
each man who never let this happen
every dreadful hairy politician
their anger transmutes me instead
and this morning as I lift break rest
ignoring any need for power
progression holds a fresh intent
a perfect line on a brilliantly
uncluttered stage
Flights, Issue Fourteen, November 2024
Flight of the dragonfly 