The Common Flag by Tim Morris

i don't think that way
my mind isn't wired that way
so fuck you and get out of my face

blah, blah, blah...
the mantra
of the moment

i hold no interest in origins
no fascination for
outcomes
what concerns me is the path
and how one walks
among its bricks & brambles
and the blisters that result

and the trees
who hold all the answers
in their pursed fragile lips
pried open only by frogs
who kiss them just so
but now they're beholden
only to the shades who carry
the common flag

Tim Morris lives with his wife and two daughters in the foothills of the Appalachian Mountains on their estate, Withering Cedars, in Northwest Georgia. Tim holds a degree in Creative Writing from the University of South Alabama and currently teaches high school literature. When asked, he calls his poetic style "realistic romantic surrealism".