Not Nihilism - a happy poem by a Faust

Not Nihilism, But Still Nothing Of Which To Be Afraid

Or, 

The Secret Ingredient Is — Who's Been Messing With This Thing

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If I was a Q-tip where would I be

If I was a Phillip's head driver

If I were my readers what I would not squint to see

If I were a more careful MacGyver

— I remember once having my ducks in a row

My Why equaled my Ex & my Be

I'd yet to learn others could reap what I sow

Or, making me do all the harvesting, just get it — for free

After that something inside me played dead — or just hid

Convincing my innocence thorough

Of reasons (de)pressing & foolish aught of it should be rid

Which only proved much much later that —- I hadn't a clue

—Because now Joy sometime renders my world drama free,

Where perhaps not-to-Be Ifs can have Thens yet to Be — 

STATE'S EVIDENCE -- a poem by a Faust

 

State's Evidence

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the quiet girl was absent, 

she ran naked down the street, 

he had a photo of her running 

in his jacket pocket

when they were going to search

they asked first if they could

they stopped and very deliberately 

got audible consent

they went through all the pockets 

one by one with gloves

eventually they found it 

it justified their actions

they sealed it labeled in plastic

charged him with possession

of physical evidence of 

citizen disobedience

the quiet girl was watching

from a broken skylight

huddled in a blanket

shivering but free