you
can’t run, you can’t hide
save
your clichés for another day
i take
pride in my ability to defy
all
the structures you define the world by
because
structures are only the skeleton
how
can they define
without
flesh blood tendon ligament
stretching
across
filling
in
spaces
void
devoid
of all life
cryptic
yes,
the structure does uphold
but
what does it control
without
the power of the soul?
the
structure can stand tall
don’t
seem so appalled
if
my skeleton won’t fall
and
still my flesh will crawl
carefully
over each bone
swallowing
it whole
controlling
from the exterior
soul
guiding the interior
skeletal
remains inferior
kept
strong by calcium supplements
necessary
for life
but
meaningful?
i’m
fully aware
of
the power of my bones
but
I can hold my own
so
fucking leave me alone
don’t
pity me
i’m
really not entrapped in a world of post-modernity
i
believe in my own truth
that
we’re all insane
trying
to connect on levels when we’re on different planes
trying
to hijack each other’s brains
to
empathize and understand pain
then
find someone to blame
putting
egos on overkill
running
over accidents
scoring
points
with
ideas so sublime
leaving
a taste in my mouth
sour
as a lemon
whizzing
down the garbage disposal
with
my tongue
I hold
back
Stay
reserved
I don’t
always express
What
might be absurd
But
I still think it
And
thoughts are bigger than words
Occupying
space
Invisibly
fighting battles
Breaking
shackles
But
I don’t fight to win
Never
to the end
Only
long enough for my amusement
but
hopefully causing cosmic bemusement
colliding
into other crazy minds
exploding
miracles as they combine
with
absurdities believed to be the truth
justifying,
redefining, undermining,
pulverizing,
sanding down this skeleton
flesh
rising up to rightfully reclaim
flowing
harmoniously for eternity?
or blocking
blood flow from veins
and
capillaries
petrifying,
fossilizing
dehydrating
the body of
the
essence of justice