Hey, How’s It Goin?
It’s hard to be me when all the You’s are out in force smattering their energy like a paintball splat around the glass gate. Smears on the glass drip frivolously throughout everything seen. The edges hold no safety as they fly closer and closer, some missing, some direct hits crafting nuanced artistry upon the once pristine Me. The craft of being human I suppose.
But I digress into madness whilst frittering away the apples on the counter that can’t be toughed by human hands without the birds sounding their territorial note into the once undisturbed stillness of sound harkening the calmness within.
And then there’s Mr. J. Taking all the fray. I just can’t find a way. To care about this miniscule thread hanging off the jacket of a once embittered hounddog fathering the pride.
She gazes to the sea, but the sea does not gaze back. Her shackled arms holding too much, too much to carry. The sea asks here to be. But there is no whee or glee and none can see the devastating tree that beautifies behind her. They are all gazing at the sea because she is merely a painting, a thought arisen and put to canvas without concern for her lack of existence. Yet there she is. Existing. Forever locked in the manifestation of a thought.
the mode is bode
so drive on the road
because, silly, you can’t forbode the toad!
And then there was one. One of the minus from two because shoe too can’t have a boo.
If you want to laugh laugh.
If you want to sing sing.
If you want to be mean, laugh and sing instead.
mean tears at your soul and takes your control
down you go
down the rabbit hole
you can’t be too sure
without being pure
and then you ride safely under the over-water-pass
no drowning, there can be no rescue here
the infant wins
and the world sleeps in stillness
except for rest of the world in tumultuous unrest
siezing the stillness
fraying the calm
forcing you out of your womb
wake up!
wake up and see
the tragic trying to be thwarted endlessly
by deer in the headlights
stunned
forcing stop
forcing swerve
forcing any change in direction
because
because
because
it’s new, can you, see too, ever through
~ Michelle