Household things
the ones that frighten you so
a bar of soap, a comb, a TV show
projections of our normal
kosher we can stomach,
the limit of our freedom,
freedom we allow ourselves,
in petite lyrical verses
and the refusal to sleep
before midnight
often, these plans are disrupted
when our phone rings
and it’s someone
calling from reality
not the one we manufactured
but the one we can’t control
it keeps ringing and so does
the voice in our heads
let it ring, it says
tank the fucking thing, it says
the devil is awake
but we can’t let go
so we choose a moment
of sanity, above all else
to forever be insane
to be human
behind the walls that
surround our selves
but our comfort prisons
are made of glass
and they crack
at an unwanted call
of mutiny, the out of breath
canary you shoved
in the paper shredder
is still singing
just loud enough
for you to hear
and wander through
the desert searching
for a well.
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