While I work on eight new, connected poems, I am having many scattershot head farts. This morning's:

"There's a difference between what's right and what's tolerable."

I am perplexed and bemused by the rage and indignation of the well-to-do, who have more than they need and more than they can utilize and enjoy, yet fear that they might lose something which they have had forever but never really wanted or used 

Refuse normalcy, it is not even an ideal goal, merely an illusion, an overrated one at that…then again, tuna salad on white bread tastes pretty good when you’re hungry