Whether ‘tis easier alone to survive
baroque thunderstorms of emotion
or live through a festive shopping
trip begs the question; to inure an
innocent against contagious angst
a-hoof in a mall’s infectious aisles
is to play lame Russian roulette on
a credit card uploaded with debt
Cloudbursts of candour don’t mask
austere afterthoughts, disconsolately
the ordure’s taint will still be wasted
wisdom unless it perniciously clings
to purse strings and pocket linings –
curse or panacea of autistic sanity
© 11 December 2011, I. D. Carswell
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