rainy sick day

Closer to perfection
seems like giving up
as geese
pretending to be chickens
fly the coop
without regard
for anything
save flying

misty rain clinging to branches
creeps down
splatter
birds have hid themselves away
lonesome dogs bark at echoing tires
throwing up muddied waters
cracked blacktop streets
driving by

abstract art appears
as three-dimensional poetry
like drywall sandwiches
with a filling to be determined
or left to your imagination
see it there in the museum
on display
anywhere you want to go
you can go
go

control to focus
focus to control
free from rules instead
with random reward
uncared for
For no greater reward than
freedom.

sobbing in a car
looking out over water
day after day
fighting the layout
with lack of participation
knowing the only argument available
people that only use two books as ammunition
One, the dictionary.
Two's on Sunday.
Such formatted compassion furthers
a great feeling of unsatisfactoriness
with this
close minded scatter brains
tick tock, tick tock, tick tock
running amuck
as programmed
generation to generation

cuddle with yours
until the day
that you cannot
but please,
celebrate at funerals
and save the crying for
the day that someone's born