Sitting here so blank on an open step
With God gleeking all over me makes
It hard to find shapes to form to
Express a state between a square
And a less than perfect circle.
It's less of the addiction and more of
The combination of a thankless
Aesthetic and a part of myself that
I cannot find, let alone show. So forget
What your grandmother thinks that you know.
I wonder if those cats on the signs are
Shocked by the lack of monetary value
Their owners place on them, or maybe their
Just glad to finally be free, unable to
Tell the cat lady how overbearing she is.
What was intended to be a response was
Just useless repetition, learning nothing
From each other except how strange we seem.
So don't say good even if it might be true,
You could be killing off your hopeless inhibitions.
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