Brain dominance

Brain dominance

(this was overheard:

what one righteous hand puppet

said to its left hand counterpart . . .)

"Those stupid complex private thoughts

that you openly share

through your body language,

what's with that?

Why you have an electronic billboard

for a forehead

and those apologetic postures

you assume

better not be

your entire behavioral repertoire.

You are on my food chain list for sure

but just below shared flossing

and maybe an occasional substitute

for mandible water pick work.

And if you think for one minute

that Rogaine commentary

is going to help mask

the obviousness of you

as a hairy ape,

it will be considered by me

as only a subtle shift of an excuse

for your personal presence.

Why I am surprised

that all the pores on your face

haven't turned butt and run up sleeve?

For the way you cower

is, in no way, a poor excuse

for your version of social levity.

There is no sound or facial expression

that can mask your insistence

as your personal invitation to fear.

It appears that everything

before your face

must look like a gun barrel to you.

And the moving shadows

up the barrel's stock

seem like any one else's nostrils

facing you with murderous intentions.

This must get you really concerned

about where they're pointing those things

which in your case

is in every a face-to-face situation.

No wonder you feel like

a squeamish hostage

from deep down under.

Whatever the rest of that gibberish is

that you propose as speech

gushing out

of that beady eyed

dodge ball fist head

of yours appears as balloon exhaust.

This is an irreverent usage of air.

It is disgusting

what those lips try to shape

with what is passing between them.

Have you ever thought, no.

First off, have you ever thought?

Then have you ever thought

of wearing a muzzle

or some other attractive device

that could contain,

no better that could conceal

what that is that goes on there?

You could fake a type of throat cancer

and get better results.

You could get some kind

of medical cosmetic make up

and make your face look like

a goiter takeover

or a mole possession situation,

and get more like a sympathy audience.

They still would give you the look

of both barrels

but presumably keep their hands

off the trigger

for most of the time.

That is,

unless you inadvertently appeared

to suggest

some sort of inference towards

assisted suicide or accidental homicide

or decapitation.

Why you could get one

of those clangy repetitive horns,

like the one they use

on vehicles for backing up.

Then hook it up

to a frontal motion sensor

somewhere on your face.

That way, just the sheer annoyance

of that sound detecting anyone

in front of you,

even if they are only out there

on a dare

or a bout of morbid curiosity,

they would set that sound thing off,

like a truck backing up does,

or better yet, a stadium horn

that just blares itself to exhaustion.

Then they could justifiably run for cover.

And you then,

could avoid further instances

of conversational abuse.

It may be lonely

but it would be

a quite breezy

to completely see the horizon

unobstructed for long pans.

And the wheeze

from your own existence,

could then easily suffice

as your dialogue intimately spoken,

maybe in a pocket

and eventually heard as a lullaby.

But hey, that would be a two-for-one!

You certainly can't go wrong

with that option . . ."