Rules can save lives,
but you must learn to read
between given lines.
Maps are the same way.
Let me chart your points
and touch your topography.
I will read your insets,
feel the key to reading
your inner thoughts to scale.
I see your reasons for revenge,
understand your raging anger,
empathize the depths of this betrayal.
It is not wise to incur your wrath
and this is made plain up front.
You do not hide emotions well.
I’ll sing an ode for reason,
for quieter contemplation
where cooler heads yet prevail.
It is small consolation, agreed,
but rash actions may also
anger the often-fickle gods.
Forget the past as prologue.
I can give you safe harbor,
provided you see I am no clown.
You, skilled woman of reason,
can interpret the obscure oracle:
You can provide for my needs.
Together we can shock a waiting world
if you join me in that foreign place
where rules are mapped out clearly.
Gary Glauber is a poet, fiction writer, teacher, and former music journalist. His works have received multiple Pushcart Prize and Best of the Net nominations. He champions the underdog to the melodic rhythms of obscure power pop. His collection, Small Consolations (Aldrich Press) is available through Amazon, as is a chapbook, Memory Marries Desire (Finishing Line Press).