giddiness handcuffs my willpower.


giddiness handcuffs my willpower.
by Meghan Tennison
i’m your stumbling sidewalk litter
on the wrong side of the road
tripping over dead lawns
crashing through frozen mud
fooled by glazed eyes
beautiful distraction
ravenous burden
coveting forgotten insight
overfeeding limitations
assuming the next possible outcome
hunting down each breath
square 4 life, we don’t accept miracles
marvels must be man-made
man-bought
man-owned
man-powered
and never good enough
where’s the theme, the color scheme,
the puzzle piece?
shaking away your pain, captivated
a web of stimulating surprises
sleeping flower fields, black as the sky
curdle as we
make love to disaster
life is right in front of me and i
won’t reach it, i
won’t prove myself right:
i can do anything i want and
i’m terrified

0 thoughts on “giddiness handcuffs my willpower.

  1. I think what that other chick is saying is this poem meets the expectations of a meghan tennison poem but i don’t have to go out on a limb made of honey and tree sap to say this poem exceeds expectations. lol. I’m just messin’ with her.
    My favorite lines were: “where’s the theme, the color scheme,
    the puzzle piece?
    shaking away your pain, captivated
    a web of stimulating surprises
    sleeping flower fields, black as the sky
    curdle as we
    make love to disaster”
    Overcoming the self-restraint of fear is a very relevant and daily struggle. doom, gloom, and poop will steal our sunshine if we let it.
    thanks for the confession and diagnosis. charge difibulator! clear. [skies].

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