Monday, August 3, 2015

This Day This Place This Time

Cursing pound ennui
The relentless tedium
Boring a hole into my head
Endless and relentless and

So the bird sings
I ignore it
The bus roars
I curse it
You smile
But I frown
The coffee perks me up
The jerking fleeting
Madness of a grasping eternally persistent societal demand to conform and not to question and this drives you toward cynicism which you should flee at all costs running running running seeking the relief of belief the dope of hope the contentment of no resentment joy unbridled and love stories untitled — happens
I am the end of my days
I am the joy I seek in you
I am the love that wraps myself around you
We are the people we were meant to be
That we cannot escape
I thank you for believing
And relieving
Me of the pain of living
The horrible rending of my twisted mind
As the grind grinds my bones
Or at least my hope
But I delight in us
There is always hope
Just ignore the reality
And believe in the madness
Acceptance 101

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