Littered with cigarette butts
and muddy tracks
reeking of whiskey and
sensitive to the sunlight
Covered with bumps, bruises
and dry patches on your skin
dirt caked and fuzzy headed
confused and dizzy
depressed and anxious
the constraints of who and what you should be
will bring you to your knees
society wants you to bow
to humble yourself in its shadow
and be #grateful for the #blessings
it bestows on you.
the warm drippings from its high table.
If you take it, you owe fealty
But isn’t the world bigger than that?
Haven’t you seen things that inspired you
in the broken glass on your bathroom floor
when you finally have had enough?
Haven’t you felt at home
in places that seem otherworldly?
An empty art gallery where your steps echo back to you,
validating your existence
Don’t stay down too long
And don’t kiss the blood-red ring
of tacit hierarchy
They don’t create your trends
and they can’t forgive your sins
There are too many wicked alleyways
that lead to ethereal destinations
even your corybantic imagination
break the tinted window
see for yourself