Unspoken Rules & Other Thoughts: Poetry

There are rules,
you know,
unspoken ones
that slam into you
like an anvil
dropping from
the bright blue sky
~
Sometimes titles
blur into obsolescence,
shredded by their
own importance

Then
they are
reborn as
dimly astute slogans
~
"Sex sells,"
someone told me

"Of course it doesn't,"
I replied.

"How can you say that?"

"Because if
that were true,
less people
would be angry
about the bedroom
habits of others
and more occupied
with the
transactions of
their own."
~
He wrung his hands
as he looked at me

"I've done it again,"
he fretted

At his feet,
lay a dozen pairs
of wings he'd
ripped off her
as he murmured
"Virtue"
~
It is better to
be unnamed
and obscure
than on the
tip of the tongue
for a fifteen
minute catwalk

I've heard the
shins don't heal
well from tumbles
from the stage
~
An entire generation
has now witnessed
that media can
be entertained
by simply not
wearing underwear
 ~
I stumbled
and forgot myself;
For a second,
I thought
I was watching
actual news
rather than
opinion
masquerading
as fact...

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