Shamble through the dayNot for lack of disciplineBrain in disarray

  rootless thoughtrestless bodywant requires a regulatory reviewsatiety is outside the scope of workpay a premiummaintain the bloomsweat and dreadsweet and needyyouth sold at close out prices

Our surroundings are real and something less than authentic. My ideal is pieced together from greeting card platitudes. The sun streams in at perfect, chiseled angles. Light lands on brick and sand and leaves a vague impression of my hidden desire.

    life lived in a mazeretrace a memorized pathwhorl of denial

  Green-eyed or otherwise. What a taskmaster you are. Throat burns. Perched on my shoulder. Slurred suggestions sound better and better with the right tonic. JealousPossessiveCovetous Nothing short of overflowing can quench the need of the flame to consume. Fire-breather. You call the shots. You take my memory. Make decisions for me. Your well-furnished cell…

  one's talent must be given freelyno attachmentsno conditionsno expectationsa bond so delicate our habits snap it in twoyour songmy dancethe language of shared experiencewe build an ethos that accepts a gift without suspicion

  Question what is easily seen. Seize the unseen and slip through the fluid space in-between. Truth and falsehood are interchangeable as the river swells, as the bridge is swept away, as the only road out gets bent in on itself. Float along without purpose. Remain lost in a plan yet to unfold. Rudderless and…

Too big to fit through the doorHad to go the long way around to find a place to sitHot and hard to breathe all boxed up like thisPeople whisper and stare and shake their headsI am not faceless data on a pie chartDaily struggle to ignoreThe wagging fingersThe worthlessnessThe weight

    Identity carefully crafted. Persona manufactured from pure wish fulfillment. My armor does not peel off easily. Every lie I recite sounds sweet and appealing compared to the bleating of fitting in.

No sense in fighting the long haul. Your high wall will hide the struggle inside. Acceptance depends on who's manning the channels. The channels are saturated with banal recitations parading as fact. Fade into the distance. Don't make a sound. Keep your eyes on the ground. Stick within the grooves. No one advances because no…