The Swamp

how can love crook a finger
as a practice
coming together by
pointing out flaws
“people watching”
peanut gallery guffaws
in matrimony becomes
closed jaws
and fingers crossed swords
end of vain quest
identity by exclusion
idle dissatisfactions
so give me not bellicose praise
or prop me up at others’ expense
be still and tolerate
your self and your unease
for ten is greater than one
an attitude practiced, not reflexive
more campaign than eureka
to let it go
for dissatisfaction springs malarial
from soul’s swamp
it is mitigation, not transformation
to maintain enlightenment
through practice, meditation