Sunday, August 7, 2011

Lost in space
tethered to the human race
the goals i've set have remained unmet
sooner will I expire than accept
the most basic of contracts between
male and female
tethered to this expiring world.
lost in the gravitational pull
of the human race
the greater the density
the more of a hold an object will have onto me
your heart weighs a ton woman
don't you forget about the purposes i've stated
for staying.
i'm not debating where to go, i'm considering why.
for if i leave you, i will be weightless.
tethered to your kindness and graces,
i lie at the mercy of the unjust
one less reason to live, one more reason to persevere.
gratitude sometimes manifests as hope,
but i refuse to thank the void.
i'm tethered to everything,
and i cannot move.
all parts have a distinct hold on me,
but I most enjoy being tethered to you.
lost in the human race,
i belong adrift, freezing to death in outerspace.
would i be better of in any
alternative conditions?
prior to living, moms should have
stayed in the kitchen
avoided sex with a father who'd eventually leave
i reproach everything that has had any effect on me
i could have turned out better
could have grown larger and bolder baring limbs
large as boulders; with a wife by the age of 25
i know i'm not there yet but the future looks
as dim as the falling sky.
there are moments we do not anticipate becoming
pivotal instances in which our future is accidentally determined
but here we are: essentially accidents.
essentially born from unwarranted passion.
i only eclipse the labor of ants.
call me out of this dungeon, mom,
i'm stuck being the same man my father was and is.
failures have a tendency to feign a new identity every generation.
wasn't this the point at which he failed to overcome an addiction?
well here i am, addicted to listening to women who only hurt me.
by and large, the results are the same but the means are not;
one seems far more healthy. i disagree. substances or cordiality,
we men fall apart for the most basic absurdities.
but back to my point, and i pontificate to all:
i am tethered to the human race
lost in a crowd of nullities, farce, and whim.
i am tethered to the human race
wishing to be lost in outer space

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