i want to take it all back
everything i ever said to anyone
anything i ever did
right or wrong
good or bad
neat or messy
gray or green
i will absorb
silently
write in my books
and draw too
but
i don't want spoken words
and loud noises
horns
alarms
bells
take them away
please don't shout
don't scare me
if i'm going to be on the edge, then the edge might as well be grassy
don't be Nash's Purist, always
don' say one thing today and bury it 4 hours later
unless you're professionally challenged to hurt people.
i bang into walls
and corners
in the dark
well lit cubicles
tents
and corridors
leaving notes for cold machines was never my thing
but i did that too
(might be continued)
3 comments:
O great creator of being
grant us one more hour to
perform our art
& perfect our lives
We live, we die
& death not ends it
Journey we more into the
Nightmare
Cling to life
Our passion'd flower
For your sake, bang very gently into those walls and corners, little one. To my sharpish nose, this smells like somebody else trying to turn their problem into yours. It's only yours if you want it....
I don't want it, Coyote...
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