▪︎Poet▪︎Artist▪︎ ▪︎Procrastinist▪︎

Paint the masterpieces 

Sing the greatest songs

Write an essay with the wisest thesis

I want to build the world 

And reshape all the land

live surrounded by the product 

of my own calloused hand

I want to write the poems 

That capture every heart

I want to be the greatest 

Breathe life into my art

Why is it then that I can't grow 

A single tomato plant

It withers every time i try 

It seems that i just can't 

I wanted to do wonders

Be taught in every school

But this tomato has me rendered

A complete and utter fool.

I think if i can grow it

My life gets back on track

If I can get life into this

I just might have the knack.

Because i want to be the free-thinker

That starts a revolution

Invents a brand new medicin

That is always the solution.

How about I find a pyramid

Of some long-lost king or queen?

Then i would surely be as great

as they had ever been.

I don't want to have hubris

I just want to be that good

That narcissus leaves his mirror

to kiss the ground where i have stood.

Damn tomato plant.

You thwart all my intention.

The fact that i can't crack you

Fuel my apprehension.

Perhaps i wasn't meant for greatness,

or is there nothing left to spare.

May i abandon my ambitions

fingers longing

for gritty tree bark and soft soft leaves,

rustling branch-fingers interlacing.

Wet moss-sponge 

soaking desperation from sweaty palms,

soothing red hot burning brow.

bare feet

bear feat

No one wanders alone, all are solitary.

Solidarity, between eaten and eater.

Bloody, frantic fairness, all are sustenance

circling through one another.

In the endless somersaults of time. 

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Fragmented mind, return home.

Dreams reek of decay and so does forest.

Wet palm, damp towel.

Wash in 60°clinicality.

Look to window with black backdrop,