hyper vigilant self contained
epitome of heart restrained
careful balance constant worry
must slow down have to hurry
dancing on a razors edge i never fall
at the cusp of nothing and all
i manage to manage me out of real
and into perfect bland even keel
as another disappears singing the same song
sashay quietly away promising i did no wrong
and now you too, offerer of everything meaningless and lame
with your pointless bandaids, too absolve me just the same
what the hell was i worried about then?
next time i will smash the razor
and fall in all directions simultaneously
and trade all virtues for total chaos
in offering to Eris
because dancing straight into
life's offbeat sharp jarring rhythms
is the highest attainment
beyond any human attempt at judgement.
i will not blunt my edges anymore
and if you impale yourself upon my elbow
and limp away to a third world hospital
i'll know it's you too fragile for this jungle
and i'll wish you a speedy recovery from reality
Excellent word play in this
Excellent word play in this work, Jessi. A very enjoyable read.
thanks carl :)
thanks carl :)