Alone
Confusion to the 10th degree
Maybe what I’m feelin is destiny
Hard work laid out inside metal
Algorithms and technology
Feeling stripped down, unplugged
With my spirituality and now at
The back of the skull its grabbing
Me to find my own sense of
Ecstasy, of symmetry of what
I want this whole world to
Mean to me and pleasantly
Little time dogs have found
My floral branches and seldom
Do they bark up the wrong tree
Something is pulling from inside
Not something you can be shy
About like a melody that doesn’t
Collide breathlessly with chemistry
Slowly finding the music that
Creates me, carefully or dreadfully
As a rope appears out my mouth
Telling me to “pull!” and with
The flick of a wrist I’ve arrived
In nirvana pressing between
Pages a sticky, electric flower
That some call ganja others
Call marijuana and that’s the
Last of my addiction, of falsified
Restriction and all those little
Pills and tabs and capsules
Found the door on their own
Now I’m back to square 1 like
the day that I was born: alone
February 26 2020 12:55pm – 1:09am
by the ivory rose