combatzen

When your parents are still living,
but you feel like an orphan..
When hours spent stuck in traffic,
is less stressful than 5 long minutes
in a house that no longer
even holds a memory of home..


Holding onto a jagged lonliness
like the sweet ache of muscles
after hours of lovemaking.
like the sudden entrance
of a harsh realization
into a candlelit room
long after midnight.

Sometimes hardship is a teacher,
the only experience intense enough
To escape societys' expectations
of corporate conformity;
relieved only by a series
of pre-packaged Madison Ave.
outlets for rebellion:

Im a Rebel..
Ive got the Uniform,
A black leather jacket,
and my jeans are torn

Sucker.

Id much rather pull out
that beat up pair of boots
from the back of the closet,
and set out once again
to wander forgotten roads
With no set destination in mind.


Surrounded by a solitude
that is neither hostile
or incongrous.
Lost in the
useless freedom
and simple joy
of no-one knowing
exactly where I am.

Realizing that any minute
I could turn a corner,
and be filled wiith the simple pleasure
of coming across something
that I have never seen before.