The smallest opportunity
To lord over someone
Sends him into paroxysms
Of bliss, his true nature
Rears its grotesque head
With surprising facility.
Churning, just below the
Surface, a latent reservoir
Of domineering autocracy,
Impatient to impose its
Unrestrained dysfunction on
The next sorry victim.
This is such a beautiful, evocative poem. I love all of Guy’s work.
Thank you for your kind words, glad to have you visit. Cheers, Guy.