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
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KindredSpirit's picture

You are on to something

You are a complex and deep dude

Stuck in a shallow

Sinkhole

Called

The Ocean of Humanity

KS

allets's picture

"...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~