Author Information
Show and Tell
I'm no more alone
Than the sounds
Of pay phones ringing
In the subways
Of lost cities,
Some latent structures
Take pity on the pride
I keep repelling
From those third grade show and tells
Where the only option
Was long stares and exhales,
Wish to be a world away
And watch as you get stuck
Three feet from giving up
barely from where you started,
When your dreams go to sleep
Just to forget about today
I'm already there
fumbling through decisions,
I've dreamt in color before
And I've dreamt in black and white
But while I'm impressed with monochrome
I'm always more distressed by pigment
As the majority
Seems inferior
To a superior amount of near nothing,
nada
zilch
Let's keep things simple
And back track
To scholastic stations
Made to silence soft speaking
With loud questions of why this
and why that?
I've surrounded my imagination
With baseball bats who are
Double agents of stress
And wonder why I can't think
Like the rest of the nine to five
Class act maniacs attending mass,
I'm shrinking almost to nothing
So size can't hurt me
And I don't have to live up to expectation
nor suffer the ball peen hits
Of humiliation
Instead I can wander the carpet fibers
To figure out where all the finger nails go,
We can shrink and grow large
Brains may retreat or dull in charge
But if you are not confident enough to speak
Then you have chosen before you've spoken
This is not who you are,
As useless as
Making out mirages on black pavement
Oceans of tar dance
When you all but shuffle,
Let me guide you
Back to whole sale scripture
When that's what fits you
It can sit and split sweet tips into your tympanic duo
Filling you with direction
Because your compass is clashing
With a lost amount of love
That you thought would wane forever,
I've grown tired of issues
Concerning inches
And feelings
That morph into lynches
hung around me
As a parlor game
just so a serial sense of evil can get down,
I've got down on life
But I'm still here breathing
And hearing you ask me to show or tell
if I've reserved you a balcony seat
on the classier side of hell
You are on to something
You are a complex and deep dude
Stuck in a shallow
Sinkhole
Called
The Ocean of Humanity
KS
"...Brains....dull in charge..."
That is a notion I could have used when encountering the intelligently stupid supposedly in charge - Ha - something in here for everyone m'thinks. Congrats on toping 250 posts, bye the bye, Chadical - good writing ~allets~