Huh?
by Odin Roark

On this day at the store-front of depression
That place insecurity seems destined to occupy
Stands the pathetic
The guarded
The fearful
The unprepared about to find out
What’s ugly

Here like steeds from Hell
Legs and knees positioned before the starting gate
Aggression prepared to grapple for prizes
War-like eyes focus on the store manager’s countdown

Doors fling open

Oh how they run
How they blame the other person
For making them who they are
As elbows crack heads
Hands yank hair from follicles
And blood drips willingly

As we watch TV’s aftermath news
We ponder with sympathy…

Is such a Friday
Part of holiday merriment
Or merely pent up purging
Where anger and resentment
Find nowhere to go
Save some destination of gullibility
A delusion of happiness
Trickery's doves in a hat
Taking flight inside
The Mall