how does one feel what is not there                                                                                                    alone is what I crave                                                                                                                      

loneliness slave

A muscle pumping with lack of air

King of the jungle lacking brave

a knave pulling out happiness from a rock

A writer grieving at the loss of his hands

rightfully blocked

how does ones describe something one does not know how to describe

how does one allow themselves to keep breathing if one is no longer alive

tin man lacking a metallic heart

this man creates shitty art

Artist’s feces up for display

Artemis’ striptease to Orion turned him to clay

how it creeps up out of its own manifestation

how it seeps down into his roots to bloom again in response to his creation

a man made out of straw longing for knowledge

blown away by a straw of ignorance acknowledged

in attempts to find bliss in the existence of ones self

exempt of a wish that would grant him of what he once felt