As all black sheep
I bide the storm family-ar
at every Birthday, Thanksgiving, Christmas
the look down noses
never pause reminder
my being from another planet
despite a name we’ve shared from birth

Without protest
I absorb their armor piercing words
small-minded explosions beneath the skull
propelling me deeper into what I do best
tearing out chunks of reality
fastening them to paper
the icon of patience
grinning ever my foolish grin

A curtain to hide
already light years ahead I ply
a vision of justification
where again this name will sit
the look down noses’
jaws dropped beholding
the King of King’s eyes feasting
on no ordinary wall paper
every inch of palace
festooned with chunks of reality
from countless worlds

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04/26/2015

Posted on 04/26/2015
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