I'm weary of this tiny space I've created for myself
walls, floor and ceiling forever closing
but never enough pressure to suppress
only educate
each new wrinkle on this face
refracted in the funhouse mirror
an insult to the promise of long parted childhood
too many times told as the past
but never as the present future

multiple sides to the same personality
for once calling out to one another in harmony
: let’s stretch out our prosperity for a time
see where the seemingly seamless landlord deposits us
a moratorium on all things taxing of that personal triumvirate
: body, soul and mind
reacquaint with the novel of uncertainly
no beginning
definitely no end
as this road of machinations unfurls upon inverted axis
universe retracts to make stars instead orbit their planets

yes I'm charting a breakout of sorts and sortations
reinvention of my wheels
a subtle cash in of human geometry
to fine tune the bionics within

at the cerebellum nebula deli
I’ll demand chicken on pumpernickel
rather than peanut butter on enriched white
in a new bid to enhance academic hygiene
as opposed to drying my learns in the heated air tumble
I’ll plant them outside beneath solar telephone lines

instead of the left path I'll leave the road completely
no more rides in the metal box on wires
return to the intermittent downup route
that maximizes physical exercise
metaphysical social skills
find my way home to the stranger inside
along an alternate street
as if the real world no longer exists
for it never has

yes I'm planning a kind of breakthrough and break-in
user friendly to personal vine
that spreads unevenly
across same walls, floor and ceiling suffocating
to open new arteries at the drop of this rabbit’s hat
dilated only to redefine
what was never explained in the first place

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04/30/2017

Posted on 04/30/2017
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