every so often on an over-thought train of
daydream soul seam stitch, I itch,
pretend to mend,
my fabric faded fabricated mind i find
misaligned
as though inside a thread's inclined
to wriggle away, fray, freeing her fingers play
spelling
"hey, stay undone."
with rays of sun sifted through the
conscious canvas cloth I toiled for,
soiled more than a few freedoms for,
boiled my true nature in oil wrung from petty chore
driven sore for
more of more and an encore
strung out sweeping
sand from shore to shore.
my worn path tailors that threadbare swatch
of pseudo self-control
sparking S.O.S. signals sent
to my spirit, shouting;
"sabotage your maze mirage
you muted mice, make sacrifice,
rip your stitching, scream, unravel,
the loom you spin, a slave's device"
awakened nerves
skyrocket
into shock
unlocked,
it's my pre-destiny prison shattered
brains bloom unfurled devoid of pattern,
I rest,
a mess, undressed,
in shreds.
euphoric.
free.
a human thread.