Distraction (4.5.09)


I am about distraction

And it is about me

Constant, ever changing

Fickle as the breeze.

I breathe the sights before me

Inhale, consume, eject

A process of self-destruction

Building mirrors to reflect

The burgeoning reality laid bare

Run ragged, raw and ruined

Outlets clogged, congestion

No one in, no one out, indeed

This is a confinement solitary

A jacket straight and true

The liminal thread securely

Holds in the material blue.

And what honesty can save

What honestly is out there

A pipe dream and salvation

Too spoilt now to care

For this is evidence revealing

A chest, contents enhanced,

A fakeness and a longing

Distracted now I dance

(strong stance).

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