Monday, September 19, 2011

Right Now, Outside


Two trees growing together.

The presumption that they will grow together
And develop roots, strong and regular
Is what's throwing me off
The pretty tableau of two attractive brunette teenagers
Succeeding
Pecks at my throat.
I thought I had angst
But now I'm realizing that the offspring of two artists 
Have twice as much weirdness
And are bound to crash;
Because
Its a fucking human life
And all one cares about is creating meaning
Perhaps spotted with happiness
Before your skin stretches over your cheekbones
And the vermin nibble your finger bones
And the stench of your rotting body
Is overwhelming even to the worms.

The stop and start has been driving me a little oddly off.
The days when my eye habitually twitched
Combined with
The nuclear -ness of a family that took vacations together
To art museums
Haunts my now fully hollow self
To start in a new place 
Change of location change of locale
Has power, somehow
But
Half of me is somewhere else 
And the words come out covered in a dusty curtain.
Our roots 
Filled with fertilizer, are being hacked and chopped and mutilated by 
Life.
Therefore, think about the idea that sometimes moving and fleeing and changing and changing
And growing up 
And out
And away
Is normal even though
For a human, nothing is normal. 

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