Pigeon feathers ruffle

Pigeon feathers ruffle

In avian angst

As seagulls bully

Bread crumbs

In a glut of frenzied greed

A bloodless coup.

I scatter them

Without breaking step

A psychopath

Would have stamped

Down hard

Goosestepping through

The chaos,

I will not be a nazi

Even in imagination.

I wonder if that’s how it starts

A slight change of direction

Begets

Mindless violence.

Uncorrected

Thought processes

Wandering, wantonly

Concocting excuses,

Mixing messages

As easily as metaphors.

Flooding the brain

With wild images

In open conflict

With my pretension.

Are we all so

Very far away

From being other

Than we appear.

Thankfully,

Today

I am governed

By more than

This

I walk on

A passenger

Of my own

Thought train

As straight

A line

As I can make it.