All I want
is a summer room filled with sunlight fire
To feel so good
like an aborigine
taking off all his clothes
walking back into the bush
prior
to climbing out of
city sewers.
It feels good
to stop looking at street signs
and read the signs.
Some crazy notion
in my head
tells me, it’s never going to be easy.
I have wanted my life to be
like the aborigine
To find something strange
rather,
than what’s ugly.
There are too many ugly faces
and not enough masks
or maybe, there are too many masks
that don’t smile the way they should.
Most people will make themselves anonymous
pursuing that fake smile
that is never happy.
The man who laughs
and does it
again, and again
has found joy, like the aborigine
in those nights that flame with fire.
I don’t want to be anything else.
A story-teller, yes
A lover of the impossible
and
those nights
that open me up
and smile.
To find something strange rather than what’s ugly ❤️
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Yes, when we think in terms of beautiful and ugly, it becomes difficult to see what’s in front of us.
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Agreed 😊
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