Cockroach

The brain is a fickle ball of yarn.

We work to weave logic into the fabric of our longing but still

Collect lost souls like stray cats.

A relatable notion;

Give up on this though.

Some come with fleas you don’t see.

Until you’ve let them in.

I feed them out of the kindness of my heart

And

They always come back.

Their fleas have signed a lease where my leash should be.

Inevitably.

I empathize

Me-ouch

To know what it is to be nourished is to hate hunger forever.

Genuinely

Genuine question

Based on a genuine inquiry.

What does it mean to be authentic? 

Can you recognize it in a crowd?

Can you see it in the eyes of someone else?

Can you hear it in their voice?

If all of us were truly authentic we’d admit to

just animals, some of us just follow different patterns like tracks in the earth.

But I am 

Not a messenger of a republic of tyrannical elephant

that stomps on us with their big feet.

No false peace promised on the wings of an eagle.

Democratic hypocrisy

Makes them sound like an ass.

All speak the language of animals

Get off the high horse there has been

No action of change.

Just hot air and taxes taxing on our mental health. We’ll have to pay in full.

Even if our debt is in debt.

tread on a snake that’s consuming it’s own tail.

It’s vial to its own self.

Plastic is politics.

Learn from a cockroach.

Survival at it’s fittest.

Raw and bitten by frost.

Resulted from a climate of indifference.

My living space is a vat of acid.

I breathe in carbon.

Miss melodically misanthrope. 

Your opinion will not have me at the end of my rope.

I’ve had no choice but to climb.

Unapologetically a poison’s presence

If you don’t breathe like me.

I’ve taken action to barter with the demon that resides where my soul should be.

We’ve agreed on shamelessness.

Sincerity speaks in silence.

Silence speaks with an eloquence that the tongue, lips, and cheeks

can harmonize in unison but unambiguously purport.

Fumbling and crumbling at the tip of the tongue.

A loose construction.

Relax your troubled mind and restless heart.

Listen to the sound of your intuition beckoning for an audience.

Truth is a brutal confidant.

Nevertheless, a true confidant.

None pave the path to the higher self for you.

Don’t let these line strippings irk you.

They exist as a guide.

Wet bitumen may delay you;

Macadam may find shelter in your skin like a parasite.

Remember.

Gradient is troublesome with a natural depth deficit to life.

Everyone is afflicted.

No one is exempt.