the heterodox kid

the heterodoxy I like
isn’t probably that innate.

I like conformity,
what, when the universe
determines baby seagulls
all should scatter
when threatening human presence
triumphs on their secure space
of grubs and pigeon droppings.

I like uniformity,
what, when the candies pumped out
by the ingenuity of those food corps
politely meet my taste buds with the
well-tested and well-worn familiarity
of a million times before.

I like homogeneity,
what, when friends transcend their
cultural constrictions and class oppressions
and just act as friends,
the ones who are there for you no matter
your dire straights or your unsubdued needs
to feel comforted.

I like consistency,
what, when the weather neither peaks nor falls
in temperature, and the sun determines
a bubble bath in clouds is needed to soothe
otherwise scorched shoulders from its rays.

but I don’t like the trend of
buying into the consumer consciousness
that neglects human need
and accentuates individual success.

I don’t like the current of
upstream swimming for some, what with
the flows of this society ever pulling backwards
on the shirt-strings of those struggling to succeed.

I don’t like the inclination of
winner-takes-all collective mantras of wealth,
when those with generous factor endowments
find entitlement in this land with enough to share.

these dislikes and likes
haven’t always been indwelling in this blood.
the red stuff lacks the knowledge of much more
than oxygen as nutrition.

but every time homelessness and poverty
decide today is not the day for global rejoice
of our economy
I guess I reject orthodoxy a little bit more.