The rhythm of the rock in my hand
Repeats “Blue Teal Green”
But I see no colors
Other than those colors
we want to see.
My mind is painted in red
blood red
murky with corroded fissions
and deep engraved tissues-
Will this junk
ever wear thin?
I’m tempted beyond temptation
and God only knows what’s fair.
I guess I’m no judge
no priest nor prophet
and collections are due
when there is nothing left.
I’m open to the new order of things
I rock my chair back and forth
waiting for the change to come.
Disappointment runs rampant
when effort is apathy
not due to lack of want
but rather from exhaustion of it all.
I’m tired and I want to go home.
But I’m already home
yet this is not where I want to be-
am I lost?
-MR, 10/30/12
Repeats “Blue Teal Green”
But I see no colors
Other than those colors
we want to see.
My mind is painted in red
blood red
murky with corroded fissions
and deep engraved tissues-
Will this junk
ever wear thin?
I’m tempted beyond temptation
and God only knows what’s fair.
I guess I’m no judge
no priest nor prophet
and collections are due
when there is nothing left.
I’m open to the new order of things
I rock my chair back and forth
waiting for the change to come.
Disappointment runs rampant
when effort is apathy
not due to lack of want
but rather from exhaustion of it all.
I’m tired and I want to go home.
But I’m already home
yet this is not where I want to be-
am I lost?
-MR, 10/30/12
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