Cattail Jester- Three Poems

In Other Words

I got up this morning

and dressed in someone

else's words.

The collar was much too

tight and I kept switching

to my old suit.

But the effect was immediate.

Cheers rained down,

babies wept joy,

and beautiful ladies came

running.  Then they noticed

the threads tucked

underneath and it was all

down hill.

Assumption

They walk by

me, tucked up in 

my ball of uncertainty,

and pass judgment.

Dropping coins.

They act as if they

are so far from 

where I am.  They

could never be

brought low.  Not so.

This sidewalk is for

everyone.

If That's Not Nice

Now, if that's not

nice.  The neighbors

are looking for 

a wounded bird

in my bushes.  Trampling

my carefully planted

flowers.  What the hell

will they even do with it?

Take it to a wounded

bird shelter?  Crush its

broken form further

in their chubby hands?

They run away when

I walk to the window, as

if I do not know they 

are there.