Hovering above the fray
straddling thin razor blade
they believe divides left from
right…
Hovering above the fray
they pray will go away someday—
and blossom into bigger business
Opportunities. Yet, they’re finding
facts to be stubborn things—and class
struggle, instead, blooming everywhere…
Funny thing, their right-left conflation,
their both-sides-ism, sometimes feels
like they use more energy resisting people
like me—than the bourgeoisie. Paranoid?
Subjective? Maybe? Or… maybe not?
Their promotions, machinations, clever
conversations feel familiar—if nothing else.
It seems as if we go
Way back. As if I know their Families. In fact,
it feels a lot like it felt when one of their Aunts
was the grade school Principal—
I think they called her Anti-communist?