oh, fuck it. you
are not a mistake
or a problem, not at all.
no matter what you’ve been told.
fuck it. you live in a society
that was built by shifting blame.
do not believe in it or accept it
as the way things should be.
delight instead in how resistance
can be framed as a dance.
delight instead in how you have survived
such things. delight in your own being.
you were not made to work this hard.
Daily Archives: March 19, 2018
Oh, Fuck It
Conditioning
Stormbringer, supercharger,
strong attractor, such memory
of how little I cared for consequence
in their presence. I was young
and loathed myself except when
I exalted myself, and I had no balance
between. Stormcharger, super-attractor,
strong bringer of past to present, memory
of what I gained and tossed; nonsense,
these things – storm attractor, superbringer,
strong charger – are words only, things
I mastered long ago, things I made up
for the purpose of raising the dead
from the tombs within me. I was young once.
I killed that youth six times over. I am old now,
still ready to kill that youth, superstorm, charge attractor,
strength brought to bear upon how sick I am
with nostalgia and regret for how I let myself go
and how often in recreation of those forces
I let myself go feebly into their streams again.