Do not stop me
writing words that
make no sense
and this is the mood I’m in
Hey, Self
What are you going to do
about yourself?

Yes. I mean
I will continue to live
this life
the way you continue
to walk.
The sun is bright
and golden,
breathing light in the corner
of my eyes
and accentuating curves
in the quadrangle grass.

When did the branches
become so bare?
You watched them
but the last fell
when sanity dropped
and you were worried
about the trouble.
I saw a shirt today
it said
“you thought the world was ending.
you’re wrong.
We’re just taking over.”

Stop the fight,
I’m getting out
I’ll see you on the field
ready for the challenge
but not for blood,
no, a human fight,
tongues and brains
but not cannibals,
no, a human fight
they were right
you’re zombies
and diction is lost on us

What is a man
if he fears the pen?
I ask you,
What is a man
if he draws at a word?

Yes, I understand
it tingles beneath my skin
and what will I do?

I will do this.
Entangled in words
I have not spoken,
I am a man who
wishes to hold the pen
to understand letters
to eat words and
be words and
breathe them and bleed them
and leave them in the snow
where a wandering bloke
will find them and change
the world


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