By Ishmael von Heidrick-Barnes
Happiness
Happiness
doesn’t lie
Inside designer purses
drive luxury vehicles
tell time
by taking stock of inventory sold
doesn’t advertise itself
to invent needs
more addictive than meth
isn’t investing libido
in Botox numbed faces
Can’t find naked satisfaction
in surgically inflated flesh
just because hunger is necessary
to feed fat cows
eating all the beef
Happiness
is closer than the reflection
window shopping for itself
It lies
within pulsating limbs
of photosynthesis
nurturing
a forest of blanket conversations
listening
to the humming bird-light
telling his or her story
in another voice