With its sinuous green edge and its delicately
decorative white venation this dewy cress laid
on a fine crystal platter would fit well next to that
chunk of cement facade ensconced in a vitrine
at the Art Institute’s new Louis Sullivan exhibition
There’s little cause to wonder why these particular
atoms once afloat on inchoate seas and awash
in the hummed mumbles of humble vibrations
chose to decohere into this one captivating pattern
from among an infinite variety of mattered schemes
even limiting their choicest range to those paired
colors A tree frog for example its narrow lime toes
suctioned on a broad leaf and its watchful pearl
eyes misconfigured with a blind spot too soon
exploited by a beak spouted peril Or the gallant rider
in uniform myrtle and mounted atop an albino steed
who at a mirthless gallop through routed troops
delivers this message Mother I am so far away
from everything They’re oddly jarred couplings but
with any choice whether slapdash had or carefully
considered what’s our guarantee it will live up to
the iron of romantically clad expectations I have
heard It’s always the salad that gets you in the end

I think I'm going crazy
From torturing myself with pictures
From reading your emails until I can no longer breathe.
For last night I ran away in my sleep
I was fast and went far and seldom looked back.

It started when I went for a walk
And turned my phone off
To escape reality.
And yet, these misconfigured beings
They chased me all the while.
My body started talking
How badly am I hallucinating?

My legs told me
"I don't want to run anymore."
My hands told me
"I don't want to fight anymore."
My brain told me
"I don't want to think anymore."
Therefore
I allowed myself to give up.

And it didn't feel so bad after all.
I was on my own
No one knew where I was
No one cared either.
I took a bus straight out of Hell
To some mysterious land.

Suddenly,
I realized I was seeing spots
Light peaked through the darkness
But I was not gone.
I was lying in the middle of a parking lot
Trying to get some sleep
And trying to avoid the fact
That maybe crazy isn't a big enough word
To describe what I have become.

Something needs fixing 
Something has gone missing
So I start with the man in the mirror
I get up close just to see clearer 
I try to figure out what I see
But what I see isn't me
Broken down and disfigured 
Reassembled but misconfigured 
Like a collage glued together
With tears,  pain, hurt, and lies
False hopes, empty promises,
A bunch of tries, and silent cries
But I hide all this 
Cause who would want this
**** I barely want this
So what doesn't **** you makes you stronger?
I don't believe this to be true
Cause at times I don't know what to do
So as I stare upon this reflection
Straight opposite of perfection 
But I have to start somewhere 
So I start here 
With the man in the mirror

Sparks begin to rage, and cluster on my skin. Scars begin to form, as my demons begin to win.
The pain begins to bubble, blistering from within.  Scabs begin to show, as I bleed forth all my sins.
Evil finds it breath, and a fire now ensues. Throwing water on a blaze, though I know I’m going to lose.
Burning deep within, as my burdens begins to fade. Though the wounds are in the past, the coals become a new shade.
Glowing florescent green and blue, with intensity brand new. As gasoline is thrown unknowingly, by the choices I pursue.
My misconfigured body, has taken on new shape. For the blazing inferno controls me now, as my body is relentlessly *****.
Scorched by my own hand, as no bandage can be of aid. Praying for the ashes and the shimmering remnants to fade.
Clutching to my body, and holding to what’s left. Fragments of a soul remain, as the fire plagues me with theft.
Taking from me my sanity, and all hope of escaping hell. And leaving my charred remains, in this blackened and empty shell.
And from darkened knee I arise, with embers still alit. And dust from me an ashy cover, though my eternal sentence not remit.

i saw a universe
in my mind it was so ****
misconfigured

Inhale 1-2
am I moving yet?
twisted,
misconfigured,
crossed wires,
short circuited communications from my brain to every part of my body,
aching to flee,
exhale 3-4
lying lifelessly,
limbs limp,
looking lethargically around hoping some way I can save myself,
Inhale

I am a swimmer
In a river of windows.

It gets on your skin,
In your pores
In your nose,
Makes you wrinkled
And misconfigured

I am a swimmer
In a river of windows

You Can drown if you're
Not
Careful,
Keep your head
Above the glass.
The longer you stay
The harder it is to keep going
Keep breathing.

I am a swimmer
In a river of glass,

I dive in
When I'm just walking
Down a street.

Even if I've never been
Able to stay afloat very long,
For mirrors
Are all whirlpools.

I’m afraid,
I’m afraid of love,
I’m afraid of loving you wholeheartedly,
I’m afraid of giving you all of me,
All of me mounted, packed and given to you
in that chip called love,
I’m afraid of uncertainties that lie ahead,
When, no! If I give my all self to you,
With all the hurt, unresolved conflicts,
misconfigured relationships,
Am a misfit when it comes to love,
I do love but I do it better on the defensive
edge because,
I’m afraid,
Afraid of getting out of this line and get hurt,
At least this lane makes me feel safe,
unafraid of the hurt,
They say pain hurts, and hope strengthens,
but fear drives faith,
I fear loving you with all my heart,
I fear letting you see that I can be vulnerable, and
I fear showing you all kinds of love I never was given,
Guess I’m now making false excuses,
I just didn’t want you to feel what was denied me,
Or better yet, saw no need of showing you,
And so,
I’m afraid I haven’t shown you the kind of love
a father has to have towards his children.