Bent to see straight

she stood bent
but she saw me
we both crossed the road
our trajectories intersect
she gave her line
of which i paid five
we’ve met before
hopefully today
brings tomorrow

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Learning to discriminate

what i used to know
compared to what i presently
know differs immensely.
how does one’s conception
of another depend upon their
notion of a deity,
or what side,
left or right,
they support,
or what their
sexual orientation is,
or what race they
belong to?
how come now,
all these pervasive
filters seem to
garner such sway
upon ones disposition?
pleasure of time passed
becomes victim of
discriminatory reexamination.

Running down sight

i’m still learning how to walk
when they asked me to run.
boy, was i taken by surprise
i mean, i just begun to get
comfortable walking
working out just the right
stride to compliment me
they tap me on the back
and just yell, RUN!
holy shit, i think the
surprise and fear made my
legs do a fast walk, still
it was not fast enough
i started to raise my knees
and push my feet off the ground
the walk slowly transitioned
into a jog until i realized that
this was not running speed
i pushed off even harder
i noticed swear forming on
my head, neck, legs, back
all over, i was drenched
muscles i never felt before
began to ache but i kept going
i got so focused on what they told
me to do i lost sight of where
i was going
traffic hit.

Dying as i have lived

do you know what you’re doing? i wish i could say yes, but no, no i do not. wait, what am i talking about? of course i know what i’m doing: i’m living. surely we all have a different opinion on what qualifies as living, but for me, as long as you’re breathing, you’re living. i know many would argue against this fact, but technically, to me at least, it seems like a self evident truth. now, what you do while you’re breathing, that’s a whole other story. maybe that’s what people mean by the statement, “get a life.” if it was like Mario world, heck, i would collect the hell out of those green 1 up mushrooms, but since this is not video game land, i’ll just live within myself. it’s hard to understand others when one cannot understand oneself. i seem to like things and not like things and so do other, yet i can’t find someone of which makes me feel wholly similar or comfortable. i might divulge personality to another, but that is in hopes to find reciprocation. alas, i’m left alone and wanting. for what, i cannot comprehend, nor does another. alone i was born, and alone i shall die. half knowing myself and those of whom i consorted with.

Shots of revelation

i’ve taken a shot.
i’ve given a shot.
i don’t own a firearm,
and i’m certainly glad my arm is
not on fire.
my bottle is my gun,
but at least we’ll recover
from its damage.
our health does not benefit,but experience might.
you may regard the hanging over
the wire to dry as a negative,
but experience has been taught.
it takes but one shot to see life.
recovery is decided upon
lessons learned.