corruption / kəˈrʌpʃ(ə)n / nose in the clouds / bones blazing with ostentatious privilege / summoned by a witch, gifted by a devil / reeking of weeds that grow independently between the stones
corruption wears a coat / gathering the angry climate and my crushed dreams in a singular pocket / my endlessly misplaced optimism and constricted vision of impossibility in the other
she could alter the future / but could she change my mind?
the faint silhouette of reality breaking into my world
a bubble rupturing into countless irreparable atoms
a messy box of misfortunes sits by me on the floor
corruption portrays real-life everyday disappointments; you don't live in a cellophane body / your mind won't change / you still can't fly / the birds won't wait
Is this the future? "Dreams Divorced From Potential" littering an already crowded chamber of "Overthought Thoughts" and "Exhausted Ideas" born to the fatal misconception of "Human Connection"?
geographically speaking / sixty light-years ago / a mostly good old grandparent / placed the unstable quirks and infinite quiddities of a repressed riot in my genome / hence I won't walk
(was the future presentable?)
My bed is quite a scene for the clinical observer
made by hands anxious with a wavering perfection
distressed sheets ironed with an agonising control-craze
pillows stacked to align with the sunny disposition of obsessive excellence
and a painful hope for the vistas of the cosmos to open ahead of me
does it look better from here?
the end of the night is at the front of my mind
it might say midnight but I've just got up I can't tweak my body's time
I might have died on a July afternoon and been reborn
thrown into the wind / a loosely tied bird with no name and nationality
and I may have been rooting for the wrong people / flocking around with the worst flock
but my bones have always twitched / longing to breathe water and taste clouds / drink air and run past shooting stars / for ages of ages / stacked over piling ages heavier than ages greater than ages / I've been locked out of myself for ages / I've felt sorry for myself in stages
if she played with time, could she tweak my mind?
if she toyed with life, could she change my mind?
if she changed the future, could she change my mind?
if she changes now, can she change my mind?
