by Jeph Johnson
I pray to the unwanted god
Of somewhere in-between
Rifling through the madness
Of humility and self-esteem
In stark contrast to answered prayer;
Relying on my dreams
To tell me right from wrong
I mix some dirt in with the clean
Consensual or statutory?
A quandary so complex
Sifting through the pigeonhole
Of concave or convex
Disturbing yet so beautiful,
A blessing and a hex
Pain & pleasure, S&M,
Comfort and distress
Growing tired of sleeping,
My body rests with work
Playing different games
I hope to influence and lurk
While I pretend I'm someone else
Besides a total jerk
This technological camouflage
Is just another perk
I want to reinvent myself
As someone else, you see
Be born again another time,
But they won't allow me three
Huddled alone and damaged
Waiting for another me
To die again somehow but~
Victims of suicide can't flee