sinking my teeth in
letting the subjective gush out
it pools metaphorically around my wettish, wrinkled toes
wasted with a hungry willingness
sated yet ever greedy
glutted yet voracious for more
consumed with a tenacious menace
all
that refuses
to be written or read.
humanize me
so that i too can spend
my life worrying over
the pursuit green paper.
humanize me
so that i too can fight
battles over borders
not even visible in air.
humanize me
so that i too can know
fellows are only human
when they are not my enemy.
humanize me
so that i too can see
myself as another
who is just a better copy of me.
humanize me
so that i too shall know
of happiness pursued
but never attained…
intotheindigo 