Rhetoric HereticA Poem by Adam Greenfield
I am not like you.
I am not one to tiptoe
around words and then turn around
and use them to fit
a square peg into a round hole
being dug from the top down
by a triangle spade made of
mixed emotions.
I am mistook daily
like a vitamin people have with breakfast
swallowed with their glass half-full
of half-empty pulp-filled concept juice
sent down a gullet then forgotten about
until the time comes to let go
but by then it’s everyone else’s fault
they’re bloated.
I have cut my feet
on the eggshells people leave behind
like a trail of what to follow
while they wallow in wondering
what if they had lived
what if they had just lived one day
outside of themselves and inside
the moment they first wondered where
it all went wrong.
I am the poster child
for live and learn until you can no longer live
for we never stop learning
or earning our day’s breath
for it can be taken from us at any point
which makes much of what is lived for
these days very pointless and driven
to mediocre meaning like the death
of a dream.
I am not like you
and I am no better or worse than you
I am just trying to get out alive
and trying to look back on my deathbed
sheets made of either satin or sandpaper
but with the belief I did it the way
I needed to do it in order
to be myself.
© 2008 Adam GreenfieldReviews
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Added on March 21, 2008AuthorAdam GreenfieldSan Diego, CAAboutI have the strangest desire at all times to take words and manipulate them to make you see what I see. Create your own visitor map! more..Writing
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