an alternative to ennui
Monthly Archives: February 2015
I was born in this pink ghetto,
nested between white, plastic bars – I cannot leave.
I see above me planes and trains and cars and spaceships –
all going somewhere, somehow, somewhen.
And I wanna ride them.
I can ride them, but I cannot pilot them.
I can straddle them –
feel the vibrations and pulsations between my legs,
but not in my hands.
My hands are unworked.
I should. would. could not tame them,
make them bend to my will –
But their will is greater.
Those with the scruffy faces, the hard hands, the Idontgiveadamns.
Rather, I am forced to give a damn –
to give a care.
I bend under these expectations,
Bend and bend and bend and
snap. they would
between the walls of this pink ghetto.
Underestimating how strong I am.
I was born in this pink ghetto.
Nested between white, plastic bars – I cannot leave.
But one day