Poem 22: Fear of Fear

Phobophobiac

Trapped beneath

‘The man’ and a ‘system’

That’s down. Drowning. Afraid

I’m not showing up in it anyway

Afraid, it’s my rights “they’ll” take

But I’ll fight, so they don’t

And practice down-range

Heat. No fire. Just clay

In case

They want to make hay

Of the way

We worship  and tailgate Sundays

“They” don’t

But just say..

If “they” did…

Well “they” could

Take my right to stand

And be brave and afraid

They’ll crack; I’ll crack

My back’s up

When “they”

Are near.

And I’m afraid of that

Fear of fear

Phobophobia

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