‘Well, I’m not fooled, images
Are life’s tools; images are fools.
To waiting people, wanting the date,
Now’s the time to set your fate,
Savoring your wayward duels.

Yes. I am fooled, images
Are life-giving spools, images are too’
Many people, waiting for the time,
How’s upsetting mathematics rhyme,
Flavoring our ‘stayheart’ fuel.

Hell! I’m not even that! Just an image,
Nothing else. Until, a song keens wide,
Muffled by pride, maybe stupidity, in its
Pseudo-Word-understanding warmth.. Maybe
Ifs are something more than rules.’

Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
© Copyright 8/21/10