Tuesday, May 8, 2012
So what If print
this way is for present bringing purpose.
So what If I’m still writing as though in some imaginary
conversation, pretending there’s a challenge, pretending
you are saying stop
And I’m refusing.
So what If it’s only in my head that I defend my freedom to and that I’m once again procrastinating writing
saving for later, thoughts on captivity tales.
I’m breaking free of my own type of bondage and this is
how I do it.
And so what if all I’ve got of actual workable scarlet
letter commentary is not too
much yet; I’ve got enough real
in my life and mind at current
to aid when I get down to work.
I can’t escape
around – in the every
day. Though, Red’s not my favorite, I have wet
and my skin affirms the knowledge of
hunger for a
thought police, the word police, the god police. He knows
and I’m not scared. Chances are, chances took.
Who do you
think you are?
With no fighting chance, fat chance now.
it was a long shot in the first place.
So what, I ramble, rant.
My words, they mean
The grind no longer works and I’m no longer working out
the grind. it's said, Don’t sweat the
is how I sweat it out.
everything has to be a
masterpiece. Sometimes you just spit
it out, work it out and wipe your hands, your feet...
of dust and sudor.
Not everything needs to be
super hard. I’ll align it how I do, how I can,
adjusting how I do every now and
So what if no one
says I see or means
flipping thing when they
So what if I saw contrast in what you said and what you
my share of alteration. There’s irony, comparison to go
around so everyone can own their share.
difference can there be
between slavery and
you Dot your Is and cross your ts and I’ll tittle my
ts and divide
my is and bear my cross cause The coast is clear now, it’s a
sunshiny day and I’m seeing better than ever before.
those nouns, so
I’m steadying up and standing
ground. There was resonation
for a while but resignation
now because I’m not married to a color
but to sound. red’s as good as
cobalt and sea flows like blood and I see pearls emerging
both. WE’re all
let off the hook, not graded on a curve. In a
new york minute, the blink,
wink of a twinkle in the
the wink and quickly point it firm.