Dysfunctuation

I crashed into a language barrier So they put me in an induced comma As they re-calibrated my damaged grammar Transforming my full stop into a full start As I wake from my abbreviation I feel tense in the present Realising that an apostrophe is now all and nothing more I will ever be I have a kindled yearning to compound my spoken words with good intention But I’ve become a symbol that marks a past behaviour into memory I stand in place of the person whose ending is, with my start, synonymous A person with their own tale which I can read but can’t understand It’s my story, but a rougher drafted version Reading it I feel anonymous Is this where I’m killed off but my character returns? I find asylum asking questions, with an ampersand And… …The blurb on the back of life gives me the shorthand: This is the punctuation that brings order In the arc of your lived life And if you see problems with recalled quotations Then choose to learn, or live with strife And… I’m not ready to die So here I am Prepared with notation The things I’ve seen and learned combined Swapping the chip on my shoulder For an indentation And… Don’t ever put down the pen while you’re still writing your history And… http://samnicholasharrison.tumblr.com