Lack in Life
Having my physical needs & wants cared for helps me focus inward.
Satisfying my modern human, even sometimes materialistic cravings causes my attention to be undivided as thoughts create a flowing dance through my mind and onto paper.
Give me my weed, coffee, music, and sex;
I give you precious gems in the form of poetry.
There is no pride in this realization.
And no shame either.
It simply is.
Let us dissect this:
What do I really have when I have?
... A lack of lack ...
And lack is based off of perception...
So then give me a tea party
with muffins made of air
and tea flavored with imagination.
I’ll get high off my breath
and orgasm from stimulating thought.
Oh, how I dream of finding pure contentment a midst nothing.
No trace of anxiety as the amount of paper money runs low...
But to this world revolving around profit and possession,
I tend to play victim.
For this is easy, and allows me to write;
to have life.
(2013)
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