Liam C.
Box PoemThe Box sits there
All made of cardboard Straight from Amazon A car, it will be Sitting there on the stairs Me, engulfed in bubble wrap The box emptied of foam peanuts And the surprises inside Infinity stretches out before me The possibilities too numerous to count Bella starts recording for YouTube And Anthony with his shoes so bizarre Straight from the box in which I ride Crashing down the stairs Only to drag it up again, and start all over |
What's in my JournalLies, Truth, Complexity, Simplicity
Left, Right, up, Down Clarity, Fogginess, Gray Area, The Rainbow Masks, each with a layer beneath that is more intricate than the last Never ending, Infinite, A Different Personality for each Mask Shadow and Sun, Dark and Light, Purity and Impurity Effort and Effortless, Happiness and the Deepest Sadness An Interior the Polar Opposite of the Exterior Life and Death It’s all connected, It’s all in my Journal, It’s all Me |