The gods of fashion

The gods of fashion speak every season.
They tell us what to wear and sometimes what not.
They help us craft artificial self-esteem:
we feel cool with ourselves
because we’re wearing that that they’ve prescribed for the day.
Declaring what to trend,
they ask us to sync with what’s trending
— feeding their fame and fortune.
But we have taken the red pill.

I still like my two-button, and not overly fitted, suits.
That one-button suits, with fitted fitting, are in now, will soon pass.
And for what? I would not try to tell.
We leave that for the gods of fashion.

Because their fashions are fickle, are the gods not fickle.
Trusted to be arbiters of style,
we give them power:
if we have to bother about how to wear ourselves
as they describe for winter, fall, spring, or summer.

You can’t beat the decent and the sensible, can you.
Principles the gods of fashion cannot overrule, by principle.
Some follow these, others try to redefine the fine.
Many claim a variable morality;
variable by the seasons, ‘artists’ whims, and volitional caprices.

Beauty makes sense.
And crazy isn’t beautiful.
It can’t be, by design.

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‘I love you’ rings in my head

Thinking of how many times I’ve heard them

Those words, they appear in me now and again

Whether you’re here or some where

‘I love you,’ rings in my head

You were in love with me yesterday

“What have you done to me”
I still remember those words
“I can’t get you out of my head”
You were so in love — with me

That you wanted me like I wanted you
Was a feeling of heaven in my world
That’s someone else’s heaven now
You were in love with me yesterday

Contented

She has travelled wide
I’ve only lived in town
I’m happy for her
And me, contented

My car is old
And sometimes I walk
I am happy for the mechanic
And me, contented

My wife is awesome
She’s my wife
I am happy with her
Contented

​Grateful — November 2017

When you see another rise
Maybe you played a part
Even with a cheer or a prayer
Or maybe with nothing to count
You rejoice and are glad
Glad for the good that has come out
Grateful for the success of another

You formed happiness in me
Sharing the joy in you
Gratitude grew inside
Stirred by the news

I am grateful
Happy
Joyful

Against our Sense

Progressing towards a shifting target
It looked like we were walking backwards
Things receding as we approached
The hill was within reach
A reach that simply extended
Like Sisyphean
Until we had come close enough to look so that we could see
All the while making progress against our sense.