MY RECENT POSITION
Mistakes while I am sitting and shuffles
Which are uncontrollable even while sleeping
Shift the leg from one pose to another
Or shake them up to teach a lesson
From a congested cradle to watching television.
But there is no noise in these Great Expectations
To look up at it,have you ever wondered?
Like going to the stars to applaud a dream.
That fights its way around me to give me ground.
And it’s explosion from the shadows
Of scissors,of papers but no sound.
Having being ripped into the light
And there is this sudden sprite
Until one of them speaks of compliments,
Just so—A clean bed
Or a corpse being lifted.
Towards the force having nothing to do
Resume—-if my ears could believe.
Or others eyes could see words being formed
It is what the tongue cannot answer
You get very angry—-against your skin
Lost in thought towards a certain win.
Yet I know these people of awareness
It spread like vacancies lifting
I was picked up appreciating music
Stunned though those shuffles
My clothes,polka dots on the thing
My breakfast,lunch and dinner,
Thirty minutes on a string.
A body needs to move around
In years—-I don’t even realize.
That a child learns to walk the way I have.
That is what requires to lift your legs
Shuffle and shift and put on weight
And those shuffles are maybe
Wise and otherwise a clich.
To those uncontrollable shuffles
An office clerk included in the list
My position domineering as I sit.
