The Quarry

Self mutilation comes in many forms, when I write, I like to dissect myself, carve out bits of infection and toss them into a quarry made for self- delusion. Maybe there they’ll find what they need to heal, and grow strong even if it is under a crazed, and utterly false pretense. Sometimes a little ignorance is just the right push, right? I’ve seen it so many times, proud imbeciles making gold out of skewed direction. Blessed be thou who will break the bounds of real world "common" sense, and rely on something as blind as luck to call their glory home. And with a bragging heart, they smile at the altar of hard work and pray that others follow in their half stepping fantasy… These sightless animals follow the sound of lazy back patting over the ledge that was built for the strong to learn to fly. But no one unable to willingly brave the fall, deserves to soar. So, they tumble into the quarry where I throw my brokenness, and wait for another free ride. -James Kelley 2014, All rights reserved.