junecleavage

Some days
I want to inexplicably
yell at everyone
(in particular those named mommy)
just like my kids
who need no reason to do so
and are not even locked up as crazy
(when they do)
know why?
it's okay for your own kids to abuse you
Some
days
I want to not give a shit
If you know what I think of you
Or see the thought bubble
Hanging lopsided over
my head
Some days
I want to color it all away
mix primary
and secondary
and pastel
into ordinary
Some days it
strikes me
Between semi cordial
niceties
It's all still a mirror
It's all still a mask
Don't ask don't tell
(But please don't ask)
You can pull on the uniform
Line the lips in red
Still leaves you with a facade
better left unsaid
The artist's mind is still yet undefined
in my corporate corner of the century
So i continue to swallow
their
corporate coffee
their
corporate excess
their
corporate bribery
Some days
I want to strip it all down
Like my son does
Just because he can
And put on the
costume
And fly off
like
Superman