Wednesday, February 12, 2025

TROJAN HORSE

Don't look now;
the attention 
could destroy us.

From all the open tabs 
of all the incognito windows,
the chorus 

of experts chirrups 
"righteous indignance"—

or, put another way: 
paranoia's 
poker face. 

*

Deep inside its 
grand disguise, 

the Particular 
grows resentful 

of having to shoulder 
the burden 
of the Whole. 

*

Insisting on insistence, 
everyone 

believes me. 
My voice 
is the storm 

of white noise 
where I hide. 

Yes of course, reader,
these are empty words—
how else 

do you expect me 
to smuggle my 
self inside?