11.1.14

The Lonesome Dalek



That sense of pushing hard to make it fit
to make the words appear
Waiting for the gate between awake and sleep
that will finally open
where dream and thought meld into slender shape

The desperate choice between depression and contentment
inspiration and nothing
Let’s try to make this work
to pull together creation and joy
like a zipper torn off its track 

To realize that I now feel in black and white
where I once was
re(a)d all over
Forced into boxes labelled 
survival and passion
Up your dose or let it loose

These antennae are starting to chafe 





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