Projection

Don't magnificat me despite some fictitious longing 

you think you see. Longing won't translate to another's 

dance. I won't call it journey. Hate that word.

I hear gurney. Table for two-timing proper nouns 

that flummox me. Improper gestures as proxy to

some commercial blast from history: You'll wonder 

where the yellow went. Cement's its own abrasive 

punishment. I knew two guys who went to China 

to teach pavement. Paved roads decimate meditation 

while depicting surface calm. Is there a Ram Dass 

in your demeanor? Serve don't swerve 

in another direction. Defection hurts the cause, 

if just because. Don't magnificat me 

out of my longing.