Yes, No, or Option C

Those who let authority push reason from their head

Give choices that are narrow, or a line to walk instead,

But every two-choice question has a third – it's true or false or flight.

I know where all the corners are. I don't mind more time to write.

Not a Riddle

What would you call me?

I don't see myself as angry.

It's true that I get angry.

Most people have a berserk button,

But I have at least three,

Which are not equivalent morally.

What kind of person does that make me?

The Self-Destructive X-Phile's Tale

My whole life is an X-File.

You ought to visit my mind,

Home to a shadowy syndicate of conspirators

Bent on my eventual destruction,

Where I can only flash my badge and my gun

and watch the unthinkable happen.

Acquaintances' Faces (They Blur Together)

There are so many ways to become acquainted

With a person's face.

Of course, there's the regular way,

and strangely I seem to practice it regularly.

Of course, there's also the TV,

and various other celebrity-smeared screens,

Though where the average see an actor,

This writer sees only the character,

(and perhaps others that look much like each other).

The number–and similarity–of faces keeps building.

The world grows less like many faces and more like a gradation,

To the point that I recognize everyone,

With no idea how I remember them.

Schrodinger’s Coin

Sometimes I just get up and go

Where I want. If I don't know,

I let the universe decide–

A green light means I drive on by,

But if it's red, I'll stop instead–

Unless I don't like where I'm led.

If I don't like the cosmos' choice,

It galvanizes my own voice,

So even if I ditch fate's lead,

It still helps in deciding me.

From Ann to Anna

She's old enough to be my mother.

She's young enough to be my daughter.

She's pretty enough to have other friends,

Successful career women, popular men,

People who have something to offer,

and that doesn't seem to stop her.

We have little in common. Experience,

References, fly fast–and right by each our heads,

and if one of those people who says

That guys and girls can't be friends

Tries to file a complaint against her

I will bury him. In “paperwork.”

I Exhale

Most people speak words.

Few exhale them,

But they are as much a part of me

As digestion is.

I could stop them as easily

As my heartbeat,

Words mounting words

Following words

Followed by words,

Most saying nothing.

When I have something to say,

I will tell you,

Unless I forget.

(I'll probably forget.)