The Globe
Sometimes I can literally feel the burn of silence.
It’s somewhere within my bones,
a blank slate made of heavy metal poisoning.
Perhaps if I cut deep enough, I can retrieve it
and find the inspiration needed to purpose
the lonely canvas I’ve sheltered for so long.
And with a marrow’d ink I’ll scribe the secrets
I’ve forgotten over years of mirrored eye
rolling and self propelled pity #$%*s.
Finally, I’ll be free to pool the ashes,
and build my castle of upside down day dreams,
and brightly lit nightmares.
I’ll call it “The Globe”,
and dress like Shakespeare would if he grew up in the 90’s,
and all my friends can help perform my drunkenly scrawled
screenplays that lead, inevitably to the death of “The System”
that we all helped create,
just so we could have something to destroy.
-James Kelley 2014, All rights reserved.
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