I should make more art

the first poem i have written in a very, very long time. pretty self explanatory.about the drollness of gettin real lazy on the holidays. just kinda flowed outta me.i pump thm out pretty quick.

Stagnation evolves languidly

From the thinking of oneself

into suspended animation. The weather

becomes a blank expression

on the windowpane. When stagnant, inhaling

achieves an asphyxiating dread;

exhaling, exhilaration; this is the action.

I am rigid. Tumultuous & gripping

conclusions burst & clutch at my breath, chest.

Batten down the ego. Discipline the mind.

Everything but the moment is huge & menacing.

I am still and stiff and tense, at these; behind screens behind eyes.

I absorb myself dryly, inertly, anxiously, emitting shallow breaths.

Sagged expression & drooped limp shoulders. This is no way to live.

Vacantly self-sabotaging until desperation creates anew

the same conclusions. I should write more.

Hurl this tedium into something tangible,

lively, jerkily bursting and splitting,

Fraying, again and more;

Driving, divine, bright. 

Author's Note

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