the white noise of the world

most of the time I’m slow
to put pen on paper to see
the obvious truth in front
of me as if a brick smacked
deus ex machina into my forehead
—ouch– not again I hate it
when I am the densest member
of the team and last to see
the joke being played on me
as if what I understand to be
is somehow less than what
the swarm of the world allows
(May 25, 2013)

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