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Identity Crisis
The city's dumb child
keeps tugging at my sleeve
this comfort zone ain't right
and for days I've known
it's time to bust out
Soon I'll take my chances
kiss her cold streets
be a misfit again
start from scratch
and go one bag wandering
without a home
turn my back on all that's familiar
trash myself,
just to prove I'm alive
I'm tired of prowling round my dreams
a crazy cardboard wolf
howling pathetico
while I'm wrapped up cozy
in the sickness of safe and warm
too scared to flirt with danger
and too soft for the kill
Somehow I got trapped
here behind these heavy curtains
and however tightly I draw them round my mind
there's always chinks, spilling secrets
fragments of tomorrow
swallowing the past whole
Evolution never hides its hands in its pockets
I need my failures
I need to fall in the dirt and taste my own blood
because shit
like getting lost
is a necessary fact of life
Published 1st Mar 2010
| Edited 28th Mar 2016
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Anonymous
2nd Mar 2010 2:28am
I was having with my mother the other day about wealthy bankers and businessmen who suddenly decide to give up their careers, their fortunes and their families, so they can become homeless and just wander the country, moving from shelter to shelter. Nice story, packed with some awesome metaphors; the cardboard wolf one was absolutely fantastic. No, more than that, because, although I still don't quite understand it, it resonates deep down inside some unfathomed part of my brain. Brilliant.
2nd Mar 2010 1:24pm
We are wild creatures, Jack whether we acknowledge it in ourselves or not. I long to battle with nature sometimes because that's what humans are designed for - not the way we live now with society's imposition of unnatural rules. Glad you enjoyed the cardboard wolf, I may make one and hang it from the ceiling to remind me of how soft my life has become. Thanks for your kind words.
Anonymous
2nd Mar 2010 7:52am
A, this one really speaks what i feel right now, its as if you have have given voice to all those swarming bees inside my head. and it makes me stupidly weepy,ofcourse thats because this verse has that genuine vision of confusion that almost clearly defines my kind . Thank you !
2nd Mar 2010 8:51am
Those bees will always settle down in the same place eventually, Priya. I'd suggest the queen is between your ears and what's outside is less important. This feeling of wanting to reinvent happens to me a lot. I guess it's because I have lived many different lives. My advice to anyone in a rut is always ignore the fear and seek change. Thanks for your feedback, dear.
Anonymous
2nd Mar 2010 9:08am
Thank you A, its maddening this uncertainty , I am just so mad for a few days now, and have this buzzing questions inside that strangely demand answers i dont have, thank you so much for writing this, i can relate to this one hundred percent dera!
2nd Mar 2010 10:33pm
A crazy cardboard wolf
howling pathetico
I love the feeling of the lone wolf struggling in the concrete jungle kind of deal
howling pathetico
I love the feeling of the lone wolf struggling in the concrete jungle kind of deal
3rd Mar 2010 8:25am
Glad you enjoyed it Viktor. It might be good to construct the life size wolf in fibreglass and have him prowl in the garden just to stop me being complacent about life. Appreciate your kind feedback.
Anonymous
3rd Mar 2010 9:53am
a life affirming calibration..but so to does reading your fine work Abra.
Steven
Steven
3rd Mar 2010 12:04pm
Appreciate your feedback as always, Steven - there's certainly a lot of recalibration around at present.
