my mattress lays on the floor
of a room I can barely afford
nothing but art in it.
just work myself into the burn.
I havent earned anything
not even the right to bitch
cis-white male,whole world at my finger tips-
if I buy in.
listen to your local witches
& feel something...lift the limitations from vision
Life isnt a series of trips
or a whole and complete learning experience
it just is what it is
the give and the get...sometimes
I think of where I was when reality bit
even after all this time I was an addict
to fear...to not believing...to masking it with mirrors
I felt like Bruce Lee...Enter The Dragon...but instead,chasing it
leering even at myself...fight the urge and replace it with somthing else
like God...or trans fats
neither as beautiful as deaths grasp
the ever wandering finger tips
ready to snip any life in an instant
the whole world as peers it appears
no real fears..just questions and instinct
killer like...but not like some I know
diffrent mentalities // diffrent approach
I feel baroque
broke & alone-
all at once...will I ever find a home?