That I can’t do it
jumped into a speeding highway
hoping the traffic won’t kill
feels like it will in the million
butterflies beating fiercely in my chest
until it feels my heart will spill
all over the page in a mess
That I can’t do it
jumped into a speeding highway
hoping the traffic won’t kill
feels like it will in the million
butterflies beating fiercely in my chest
until it feels my heart will spill
all over the page in a mess
You’ve spent hours wondering if
media project means media as in
video or audio productions or
if media means public or like
in newspaper and radio
or social media and youtube
and you wonder if they let you into
the wrong class
stage is set
spotlight shines
curtains drawn
and drumroll..
the in-breath of
everything it wants to be
all its fears
and its dreams
The stage is set
lessons begun
assignments listed
requirements met
enrollment gifted
The stage is set
and classes doubled
distance tripled
and here.. I don’t know
anything yet.
How the atoms rearrange themselves
to make it fit
This is how the mind learns
how the pathways made are
meant to meet
This is how one foot stands
alone to take a step
This is how forward works
how the world pushes us onward and
This is how the ground shifts
in a gust of wind
and
That is how time flies
how its wings stretch before
it soars into open skies
I think I’m an empty kind of smart
A broken kind of intellect
An over-wired machine with a
broken screen
A fast runner whizzing around
a locked maze
muchsight minus insight
strongfight minus always-right
I see so hard that I fail-to-see
like a blind traveller
stumbling across steps full of
potholes and ornamental gnomes
ready to trip me
like a puppet with half its strings
Attached- controlling steps
but not the rest
like a roller coaster ride and we are
strapped to the seat
class,12 and a half hours and
I’m already ready.
so if i try to crush the bottle
if i try to tip the glass
if the ground beneath us crumbles
if it starts to spin too fast
with its questions made of statues
and its answers made of trash
and the words between us stumble
but the shadows will not last
its more litter at its edges
just more places we can stash
all the hurt we ‘never felt’
just the markings of a ‘past’
but it’s over now- I’m here
so I cannot play its cast