A real fun selection for you all today. I have a few too many balls in the air at this precise moment in time to enjoy my usual level of discomfort so less of an upbeat motif seemed appropriate. I am an individual who favors planning and making decisions in advance before acting on them strategically. I am not always (see: rarely) successful in doing so. Such is the way of things.
There are a few different ways of looking on today’s work. If you guess them all, you win a bonbon.
Untitled, March 22, 2018.
Wasps fly free within your breast
Rapid stings throughout the chest
Sometimes even venture forth
Flit their wings and travel north
Searing fire into the brain
Redefines the worst of pain
Relief not here to be found
Fetal stance upon the ground.
First of all, I’m allergic to wasps, so the prospect of meeting the phantom chest varietal is extra terrifying. I don’t have much to say about the poem otherwise. Please draw your own conclusions as you will.
My apologies for the wonderfully crippling image of darkness and let’s all keep in mind that the sun is still shining.:)
An exceptional afternoon to everyone!
A broken mind held together by cellophane and some tack.