the mad genius

there's a clog in the sink and the toilet's backed up

because we're all human; with hair shedding and . . . bowel movements

yet we bear a certain sort of grace

God-given and bodily, too.

veins the color of sky under skin, porous and smooth.

bones that should crunch, limbs that should flail, skin that should flap

we're all a little bit beautiful

when our eyes have gotten craggy from age or they're swollen from just being born

whether we're falling into the grave or popping out of the womb

it's only a stage

 

and that's just the physical

 

there're places in the heart, those deep ones where piles build up

ugly grudges, white lies, sins and all that jazz

we're not so pretty, so graceful

we got candles burning in our bodies somewhere

in the gut where instinct is overcome by hope

our mouths weren't made for screaming

our fists weren't made for punching

our feet weren't made for stomping out insects

it's that spirit

the angels started it, you know

we just fell into place, into plan

now some sort of hell's breaking free, and we're reaping what we sow

conviction isn't warranted or wanted

but it's tried

this isn't a stage; it's a war or a crime, or a, or a, or a...

this isn't a stage

 

it's kind of a loose topic

 

 

 

Reviews

[Samantha Heaton]

I liked reading this... Hope to read more!

[c.m.]

very, very nice. Perhaps a new Kelly favorite.