Some days my mind is glossy.
Some days it is matte.
Take a full color picture of me.
One utilizing both the seen and unseen
bands of light.
Show me whether witches or demons
surround me in wretched positions
or if angels with perfect teeth
grin with pleasure when I say please and thank you.
Show me my aura in colorful displays
and interpret those to the nth degree
with your metaphysical books and charts
as you practice your desire to earn an easy buck.
I promise I am not Christian or Satanic
or some dead religion older than Genesis.
Please excuse me if my voice oscillates from my throat
at frequencies so red as to be nearly invisible
as they catch some radio waves.
copyright © 2019 Kenneth P. Gurney
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