Wasabi Infatuation
Burns hot
For an instant
The eyes water
You ache
Like the devil
And then it recedes
Leaving a faint memory
Of intensity
And that’s enough
Enough
Because emotion is not something you wish to hold
In both hands
Today
It left with yesterday
And now it’s better
Better than before
Bitter than ever
With an intensity
That vanishes like
A disappearing act
Like a Vegas show
And worth about as much
As the forced applause
In a swollen room
Filled with thoughtless fools
Again the chopsticks reach out
To secure another morsel
That can be chewed into
Insignificance
And why
Why can’t you engage?
Why can’t you say maybe , that a sliver of a hope exists?
Allow a possibility, a lottery chance
That could make our days
But still you see the world in black or white
And no room for compromise
No room for anything except
The truth
Whatever that is,
Let me know when you find it.
David Trudel {c} 2012
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