I f**k everything up / the pie
no brown sugar / for my brown sugar
no crust / wrong shell
hell
More time cleaning up / than clearing up
the energy
that pulled him here / that pushes him away
I want to impress / to decompress
to touch soft / love mellow
yellow / everywhere / to symbolize
Happiness
What is it?
No one ever knows 'til it's too late / so I wait
to no avail / jail / feels like what I'm in
because I did find out / what "it" is
but, I can't obtain it / fully
Slivers of my piece of the pie
not even satisfactory
though I try
I'm a ghost in this land of the unknowing
Even when I blurt it out / paint it / create it
demonstrate it
I'm unheard / unseen / nothing but awkwardness
showing
It would be easier if I could think
walk / talk
dream of a future / like them
but, I can't.
I'm spilled over / peeled off / sliced
chewed up / spit out
discarded like trash / recycled
too many times
I watch lesbians build families / scouts build fires
burn what's meant to stay semi-whole
signs everywhere looking for new hires
I'm strong as titanium / as weak as these old, falling leaves
No one knows what to do with me / And,
I don't know how to sit still / I'm not addicted to a pill
or alcohol / or, otherwise
It's the simple things that give me thrills
Perhaps I'm meant to remain alone in this life?
Feeding squirrels peanuts / walking an incognito cat on a leash
Because, I don't think I'm designed to merge
with these humans
"The poet...is not nearly so concerned with describing facts as with creating images and establishing mental connections."
from the book "Uncertainty" by David Lindley
I'm in love with metaphors.. more..