Inside, go within
Leaves It alone
As survival scopes out differences forewarning
Fraying edges can’t suck up enough
Potential from the bedrock
What choice do we have?
Besides taking everything off
And starting from scratches
Masks conveying the person they decided you’d be
Behind commodities is no one
A kind of win
Rejecting shapes they’d pruned you into
Drowning in tubs of empty self-fulfillment
Out of passive insult and policy
If it were up to me I’d abandon everything in favor of growing wild
Were it not for these restraints
Tied with strings to post, ghost and beam
Refracting light, blood, glass
To tell his story
where we sit, stand, serve, sin, fail, Fall
Anyway, you ever feel like you’re wrapped in duct tape trapped behind an invisible mirror strapped to a hamster wheel waiting to run yourself to death? Typical Monday. So thank god for poetry right?
The good news is I broke 30,000 words on the book this weekend and I finally bought myself a navy blue bandana. I’m pretty psyched about that. What’s your good news in this ridiculous human experiment called life?
ps: the photo is nesting glass bowls from the Chihuly museum. It’s so unfair we can’t touch them.