About Me

My photo
"A great poet, a really great poet, is the most unpoetical of all creatures." The Picture of Dorian Gray
Showing posts with label "these aren't my hands". Show all posts
Showing posts with label "these aren't my hands". Show all posts

Wednesday, September 8, 2010

day fifty-four: what would happen?

what would happen if
i simply let loose?
if i let go of the hands
i've been told to hold
for my entire life?
what would happen if
i forgot that i remember
all the stinking rules?
what if i decided not to care?
what would happen then?

would the world crumble?
would the spinning stop?
would my world dizzy up and
fall over like a stopping top?
would it matter if i let go?
why am i even holding on?
who taught me this vice grip
that i have on things that are "right"?
who put that there?
not me.
not my problem.
not my hands.
i don't have to hold them.
what would happen
if i just didn't...?

why don't we just see
what would happen
if i did didn't.