Behavior is an asylum. One tries to amend behavior. It
keeps coming forward, it will yawn time to time. Talcum over habits. Chains and
ropes, bright beautiful hopes and dreams. Oh Behavior, why hath you danced? On
Deception, why hath you lied? A season of cries, misleading justice, erotic
behaviors. Oh Gagster, what hath you unveiled—life, dishonor, and rage? Minds
are playing dodgeball, palms to whispers, valiant behaviors, and loving seems
risky. (Either one adores and dies, or one lives detached, unto a flaw.) A harlequin’s
life, a clown’s face, so many saving graces. Behavior as a mailbox, a
slingshot, a boomerang—light or death, nor the bounce I saw on occasion. Madcap
faith. Repurposed arrogance. And birdsong passion. The soul filled with
inkjets, behavior on blocks. Emotion leaving watermarks.
