everywhere i look i see snakes
and i just
can’t
stop
talking
about it
how could one, when all one
has to see is snakes? snakes
by the dozens, hissing and
slithering in all different
colors and sizes.
i try and kill them, these
horrid
snakes
but
there are just too many,
and they wont even kill me,
they just hiss
and slither
and i sit in a big wide green
beautiful field with all of
the beauty of space covered
in fucking snakes and cry.
You leave me alone in your apartment,
I feel dented, swindled, and hanged up like the abstract painting on your wall.
I wrap your white bed sheet around my neck , it holds better than your words… when you pretend to see Me as larger than life; you’re so snug ego-boosting me, and like an ailing puppy I need you.
I fidget from wall to wall wearing your leather shoes and your tshirt, big enough to get lost in and forget that I am who I hate the most…
I’m afraid of mediocrity
To settle for what’s less
I give up on potential greatness
Instead of striving for the best
Thoughts weigh in me with unrest
Believing I should strive for better
Rather than just striving for this jest
To rise above, discover true success?
But with contempt I’m told
I shouldn’t make a mess
“Don’t be such a wrench in the works.”
And so, with a sigh, I digress
I feel as though I’m listing
I’m sure I must seem that way
out of sorts and all
paper hat on my head
nothing written on my hands
no company to remember me
but here I am, listing
and I’ll list my way back out to sea
the sieve and the sand 