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BrainPornNinja
Poems
May 2015
i am this
Who I am is not this
not a still lake
jealous of the ocean
it’s expansiveness
freedom to roar and roll
gather momentum
wipe out coastal towns
if it gets the urge.
I am not this
a broken Brumby
fixed in a cowboy lasso
caught and corralled
in a vice for the spirit
craving chaos
not edges tucked in
like an over-zealous housewife.
Who i am is not this
a hero home from a war
of fighting the ordinary
wiping out villages
devoted to secure notions
only to find myself
a forgotten veteran
alone with our silence
in a cramped suburban living room
surrounded by mementos
a life once exciting
now just a string of photos.
that form a prison wall
like bad souvenirs
from a time too magical
to be reduced to just a fridge magnet.
I am this
a speeding car going off a cliff
squealing past others
who are still in love with their brakes
but terrified for me
as i ride off
into the unknown
a leap of faith.
The trick to courting danger
is the knowledge that I have secret wings.
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