No
No blue.
No clouds lusting for blue.
No cobalt-blue socks
contrasting with yellow slacks.
No trigger-happy cops.
No naïve kids with realistic looking water pistols.
No blind dates that turn into neurotic disasters.
No cell phone junkie who walks into you
as if you don’t exist.
No giving your large-bosomed neighbor
the male gaze when she couldn't care less.
No genocide when children are starving,
and too many people say there’s nothing to do about it.
No letting your mind drift from a horrible story
to biscuits in the oven, wasp at the kitchen window,
utility bill due, and you never get back to the story.
No woman saying about her abuser, but I love him.
No fake food, no fake anything.
No de-horned rhinos or de-tusked elephants.
No idiot who goes outside, drunk, to watch
a tornado and says, everything happens for a reason.
No man, confused about why he hates liberals,
works a shitty job sweeping a munitions warehouse,
and can’t find a friend to go to
Washington, DC, in January.