A new page on the computer. Here I am on a couch wearing a life of fuzzy faces and squinty eyes. Many people pass me by and I’m wondering which will penetrate my wall of blunt boots and cracks in the wall. I’ve taken to walking with my head up to see my life flash around, technicolor with the rest of the world. Trying to maintain some piece of mind but this world won’t allow for slow images. Do me, do work, do it, doing more, more, find more, to penetrate the core, money core, money drawer to spend on porno and fictitious fantasies you live in. I’d rather choose the world to expand in, thank you. I’ve got a chip that’s growing your way, don’t poke your eye on my hunchback, and stop trying to see me immediately. There are layers.
You don’t know the scope I’m open to. I am open to books and pages to tell a story. I ate cheerio’s this morning. I walk. I shamefully pick my foot up off the pavement, but then graciously say I’m sorry to the pavement for abandoning it already. It yells and cracks its face at me, tripping me over and over again on my way to the cafe. Fine, I’ll deal with your attitude, flushing it down with stained coffee grinds and bitter taste buds. Tongues and trials, words and floor boards. ‘Seek treatment’ my heart’s voice said, ‘The walks aren’t doing it for me’. Wearing other people’s shoes doesn’t make you empathetic, it makes you pathetic. Find a boot that makes a print, get the wet pavement and you can pave a whole route to run. Predicted and full of despair, not much there but a single footprint of a boot that doesn’t fit your toes anymore, so chop em’ off, everyone else does, we all need smaller feet and better looking bumps to showcase. Well, at least the pavement is happy, you are theirs forever.
Toronto seems large and small. I still take steps to walk to the store and I still buy toothpaste at the reasonable price of 89 cents; small things that appeal to me on the dirty bargain store rack...takes the intensity off the burning florescent lights. I walk, drink a cup of coffee in a fancy glass. Bitter and jaded, unlike me but it’s nice to dream. I don’t look for friends but opportunities to hear my voice in the noise of the city. I obviously feel like a spec on a spec on a spec on a flea. “Hugs through the phone!” I receive them through the phone lines from a caring mother. I wish I could store some before bed, I tend to use them all at once.
You don’t know the scope I’m open to. I am open to books and pages to tell a story. I ate cheerio’s this morning. I walk. I shamefully pick my foot up off the pavement, but then graciously say I’m sorry to the pavement for abandoning it already. It yells and cracks its face at me, tripping me over and over again on my way to the cafe. Fine, I’ll deal with your attitude, flushing it down with stained coffee grinds and bitter taste buds. Tongues and trials, words and floor boards. ‘Seek treatment’ my heart’s voice said, ‘The walks aren’t doing it for me’. Wearing other people’s shoes doesn’t make you empathetic, it makes you pathetic. Find a boot that makes a print, get the wet pavement and you can pave a whole route to run. Predicted and full of despair, not much there but a single footprint of a boot that doesn’t fit your toes anymore, so chop em’ off, everyone else does, we all need smaller feet and better looking bumps to showcase. Well, at least the pavement is happy, you are theirs forever.
Toronto seems large and small. I still take steps to walk to the store and I still buy toothpaste at the reasonable price of 89 cents; small things that appeal to me on the dirty bargain store rack...takes the intensity off the burning florescent lights. I walk, drink a cup of coffee in a fancy glass. Bitter and jaded, unlike me but it’s nice to dream. I don’t look for friends but opportunities to hear my voice in the noise of the city. I obviously feel like a spec on a spec on a spec on a flea. “Hugs through the phone!” I receive them through the phone lines from a caring mother. I wish I could store some before bed, I tend to use them all at once.
Walking as metaphor. Those feet will take that body and that body will house that spirit for a long long way that you have just begun. With ya.
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