Archive for January 5th, 2011
The Tunnel of Man’s Lines
The tunnel of lines
Has no choice but to smash
In on me.
Lines, most perfectly straight,
Some silver or gray,
Some black, some a false brown,
These are man’s lines.
My inescapable conclusion
Is I do not fit.
I do not belong.
My face is compressed
By these wires.
The men who live off of these,
The men who make these,
They all hate me.
They stare and point to
How I don’t belong.
Some of the men and women
Tell me lies.
They tell me I’m okay.
They lie and they show me
The truth when it hurts the most.
I cannot match brain cells
With all of man’s lines.
There is nothing in me
That allows any man or woman
to grant me membership
On this planet.
The lines crash my nothingness.
Wad Me Up
I am an easy target.
Emotions are always wrong.
Take them from my body,
And call my feelings wrong.
Question me.
Tell me I’m not real.
Because my emotions
Are wrong.
I am not simple
So I am wrong.
Twist me and dump me
Back in my hole.
Wad me up.
Forget all the wrong
I am
As you watch
Me disintegrate,
Alone,
In the dead pool
Of your disgust.
Chaos of Spies
They spy and
Then they trust.
They spy again and
They make me the
Worst Person in the World.
My fate is to
Leave this chaos of spies.
I cannot be in plain sight.
I cannot hide.
I must leave forever.
Shostakovich 4
Eyes move in jerky, rapid jolts,
As a cat jumping through the wall,
The incessant pounding inspiring,
Terrifying,
Head shakes madly,
Neck hurts,
Hands triumphant,
(Co-workers worried,
What did I have for lunch?
What type of psychosis
Is hooked into my ears?)
Waving loudly and
Conducting brilliantly, Read the rest of this entry »
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