a jingle of assertive chinese and
mumbled spanish
linger yet
mingling well with the guitar
humming it's instruments fingers

moaning the fingers' man
into life

eeking the floor upwards
forcing feet to follow and fall

feet connected to ears who
don't even know
they are listening

i wrote on september twentieth-ish; 2008:

not to Make them Better
but to make them feel better
about or amidst the pain

to take them by their most visceral selves
and show them flowers
broken leaves
cracked sidewalks
and vases to be filled

to make just even their physical hearts
bellies
toes
use sensory again!

i am a fool for humanity~~~~~~~~~~~~~

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i want out of this cage

that is the chronic I

the chronic me.