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My Mind, At Half Mast

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I often don’t try to guess the contents of other people’s minds but observing a neighbor’s gigantic farm house addition recently stuck stubbornly to my grey matter.

In front of their sprawling modern home on top of naked corn field was a tall flag pole with a Trump 2020 election flag flying high above another flag, the flag of Germany.  No where was there a display of the American flag on the property.

I’m not a patriotic person.  I’ve pretty openly criticized every President that has held office since my birth but this one is bringing out the crazy.  Just what the hell does that mean?  Trump Uber Alles?  Flying any nation’s flag underneath an election flag begs for some deep explanation.

It’s a weird statement as we collectively punish the immigrant soul.  But if you’re German born, you’re good?

That’s the good part of Europe, Gloria.

Is there a good part of America?  Undoubtedly, some Americans would bet their blue rusty Ford pickup on it.  I type this while I’m eating homemade hummus with gluten free pretzels though, so I’m a Communist anyway, don’t listen to me.

As of late, I have considered the grand display as just that, a well rehearsed show.  A play, if you will.  We all know our parts.  Stand for the national anthem, suck it for corporate cash, berate the brown people, silence intelligence, stay drunk, buy all the things, stay sick, fit in, look the other way, hide behind Jesus, throw your trash on the ground, blame someone else, rationalize it, and stuff your feelings with food, drugs, idolatry, materialism, and a list of the things you accomplished this year.

The list of credits is often exhausting.  I mean, who has time to write it up?  Someone who isn’t putting quarters in someone else’s meter, clearly.

My observations as a minority outsider in at least a few categories has me sitting in a corner watching this Waiting for Godot like a Clockwork Orange character.  If God was kind, he would have sent for me three acts back.

I take the back roads now.  In solace but not secret.  Where fireflies still light a path surrounded in empty forest edges standing thick together, as they should.

About missyrogers

Lifelong Michigander, early 40s, craft addict, chihuahua collector, coffee drinker, recovering human being, bipolar I, electronic music lover, bullshit caller, 5' tall, my blood is organic, and I refuse to be anything else. I will write until I die.


3 thoughts on “My Mind, At Half Mast

  1. I try hard to be optimistic while reality makes me shudder and ignorance gives me chills! I, too, find refuge on the back roads, in the constancy of nature as a balm against the algae bloom of mankind’s most epic failure yet.

    Posted by cathylapointeblundypoet | July 4, 2019, 2:12 pm
  2. This. Is. Brilliant.

    Posted by Kristine B | July 7, 2019, 1:41 am
  3. Spot on, girlfriend. And your humor!!! “I type this while I’m eating homemade hummus with gluten free pretzels though, so I’m a Communist anyway, don’t listen to me.” 🤣

    Posted by KD Bota | July 7, 2019, 12:28 pm

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