I’ll let the bull out of his cage
But you won’t like what’s been contained
All this time pacing between this space
And the time that’s accumulated all this rage
Little bombs waiting to be engaged
Trying to be a better man
Wearing the face of calm
A monstrosity
Contorting inside
With years of screams
Creasing the faces
Pulling lips open by the seams
When am I gonna learn
That keeping bulls in cages
Makes it worse
And like a porcelain doll
I am broken….
I am done.
My body is a casket
for breath
Another breath in
And out
Emptiness encroaching
Like cockroaches
Always surviving
through the momentary fulfillment
meant to demolish
sadness
My body a casket
awaiting death.
Life.
A catalyst for loss.
All said
We’re trinkets of absences
Trying to remember
Those we mourn
The way they run
Then hop
Screech
Then quark
Between the trees
Peering between the leaves
Going back in time
In the glint in their eyes
Reaching out
To time gone by
A flash of a dinosaur
in the blink of an eye.
Once upon a time, there was a herd of sheep.
And that herd of sheep walked over to the fence of another herd of sheep.
And the sheep that had walked over to the other herd said, ‘Bahhh!’ in a mocking tone and then said, ‘you fuckin’ sheep!’
And they continued to ‘bah’ in mocking tones.
All the sheep in the herd that was mocking the other said the exact same things.
They sounded the same because they were the same.
They accused all the other sheep of fear-mongering about a virus all while spreading fear of the ‘commies’ and Bill Gates and the ‘new world order’
And the vaccine will be worse than the virus, don’t you know?
Unless of course, the whole thing is a hoax.
And masks can you make you ill, depleting your oxygen levels.
But they also don’t work to help contain the spread of a virus.
And the other herd said some of the same things as each other too but that was because facts don’t change no matter who bah’s them.
The herd that mocked don’t know they’re sheep. Which makes them the winners at being the biggest, bestest sheep!
Follow who you may
But don’t tell us you’re the ones wide awake
You’re still following what another shepherd says
Underneath we’re all the fucking same
Smiling under skin
That bears our shame
We’re all sheep
That the androids dream of
In their sleep
I‘m standing in the hallway
I forget why
Looking between the doors
At the walls that try to contain
This accumulation
Of thought
And all bought
A place that can’t contain me
Yet still stands.
Sadness enveloped in each room
Permeating an existence
Empty and cruel
With screens to look into
And forget this hell on earth
We all bought into
No room left for rebirth
We tattoo and mark or shame
Hoping symbols
Will communicate
The things we cannot say.
The trees bared all and the woods collected the debris of life. Feet left their prints and the Robins remained the last birds singing. Clouds cast shadows so as to smother the light of day. A murder of Crows cawed their raucous cries and the world looked and felt like the end. But it was worse. Days and nights merged without an end in sight.
Your absence rings
In my ears
As if
Every voice
Not yours
Is a gunshot
Reverberating
In my skull
Your absence lingers
In every musical interval
As if
Every note
Sustains your existence
Behind my eyes
Yet my mind’s eye
Continues to blur you
As if you’re fading, still
Not quite a ghost, but not quite true
A shadow
I must hold onto.
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