Inside Out

A Poem

Here with liars, thieves and cons is just where I belong. Judgement is irrelevant. Although we tend to claim otherwise, nothing — including these thoughts and the cells of these bodies — is truly our own.

Dark, heavy and pensive I’ve folded in on myself. Time now to open; to live the artists’s life- the inside out for display shining and laughing like the wildflower in its brief time in the summer sun.

Let the proverbial chips fall where they may: all of that, like all of this, is so none of my business- including this life: heated, close and personal yet strangely somehow at the same time- cold, distant and unreal.