I was still born,
but I am still here
I didn’t want in
from the beginning
Held in the latch
tears
To stay
uninterrupted out there
In the
far-misunderstood unconstructed
Introductions
were like a stairway obstruction
Never wanted to
descend into the human play pen
Rather stay in
the oblivious ignorance
Than dive here
into the paradox predicament
Would I choose
this? Would I choose choice?
Would I stay God,
split in infinite voice, yet the same one?
Would crawl out a
uterus to defame some;
Body, limbs sack
of hair, lungs rejecting oxygen revived
A disappearing
act cut short to make the rabbit appear outside
Premature and
this abortion gone wrong is here
These bloody
twigs, this stretched skin, this dysfunctional man
Stands wanting to
go back in, to crawl into death never
Being part of the
picture, to not exist like a homeless man
Overdosed on malt
liquor, stranded under an interstate
Going nowhere, in
the midst of everyone,
Noticed for
nothing, just another sum
Of parts, scabs
and fur, laugh it off, suicide concur
Blotch cheeks
with mean streets, confessions of levee leaks
I busted my own
façade took the wrong plane home to bomb
New York with old
dreams; nightmares and steel nerve beams
Bounding out
foreheads like metal thoughts of predetermined
Limitations of
another man’s life on a wooden cross
Barking orders
and commandments as if I requested this estrangement
To commence
breathing or participate;
I voted to remain
still and failed to placate
The rabble within
my species, to quell the riots
I started
generated feces, parades of damnation in a bullet clip of sunrises
I wanted none of
this, yet have it, damn it all despite it
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