May
21
FRUSTRATED FIREWORKS INSIDE MY HEAD ARE GONNA STAND AND DELIVER TALK INSTEAD
in my head there’s a parade
almost non-stop
a fanfare running through my mind of abstract thought
but when i put it into words
there are no words to paint the abstract context
so the words get placed into someone else’s pile someone else’s box someone else’s stack of pre-fab concepts
that my words want nothing to do with
they get kidnapped.
and once they’re out, i can’t take them back
all i can do to try to get them back is put out more words
and all they can do is get kidnapped as well.
