Wednesday, April 2, 2008

Malignancy

Benign. What a silly word.
The feeling of blah.
The way I can't pick where to eat when prompted.
Talking like a baby is benign
Washing your hands is benign
Knowing how to spell a word the same every time.
Care not.
Worry not.
Benign means tomorrow will still come.
Benign is elusive and savage.
Carefully plucking a leaf off the rose
One-by-One
One for all.
Survivor. Fighter.
My mental Kaleshnokov fires
The wound benign.
Imaginary bullets
meet imaginary chest and
rupture imaginary hearts,
Which lead to imaginary deaths.
Of the ego, the id, the pride.
Modest now.
So humble.
I'll just sit and think it over.
So benign.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

dude, I had no idea that you could write so well! Please do not stop man.