The Red Pill
· poetry
I observe my world and resist being callous I collect furniture for my memory palace Except for that discarded recliner...
I observe my world and resist being callous I collect furniture for my memory palace Except for that discarded recliner...
When I squint my eyes I bend the light just right Prisms that illuminate beyond what is me I find...
An old man’s lonely eyes gaze longingly out the window Hunched in a wheelchair bound for nowhere A sad out...
Armed by pepper tree branches Shielded by boulders and stones Shaded by blanketing leaves Bluebird sentries warn of foe The...
I say I’m not like them So therefore I am I scroll through the scum So therefore I am The...
You were disassembled and reassembled But something went missing Like that last puzzle piece that leaves an irregular void A...