I wondered
Staring out the window
I wandered around
My padded cell.
Each wall
A safety net for survival.
Home
Work
Family
Friends.
The walls wearing
Dangerously thin.
The Light shines in
From the other side
pungent, brutal
A rape on my eyes.
I try to ignore it
I sit on the floor
And write my silly lines
As the walls disintegrate.
I've been ungrateful in others eyes
Not that I am
Or ever was
I just haven't taken the time to show how grateful I am.
I throw my stainless steel pen
At the glass wall
I watch as the smoke fills the room through the shattered glass
I watch till the very end.
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2 comments:
i know that feeling,
quite well my friend.
woke up from last nights healing sleep ( graveyard design shift )...
at 6pm..
to 12am..
now here i am.
your like, "you pussssy!" lol..
the only thing that's puzzling me,
is that inner static dizzy tracers from outer space feeling.
i'll smoke, and sit with my brothers and ancestors in spirit.
missing my brothers.
you know just hanging out,
laughing.. and junk like that.
have fun tomorrow, or today.. i should say.
grab, a sixer and hit it up.. or would wine choicest?
xo
Soju, Those koreans know good wine. But first, sleep! may have new place by the time you get here. or very soon there after.
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