i.
the chair faces a corner
where I sit and contemplate the crack.
to live I am made to work,
so I am not going to satisfy them by saving it.
-I'm not going to savor it either.
I am a sieve. a holey device in transition.
only the thick will remain after the passing.
I am a crack in the sieve.
I'll spend it as I get it
-so it may run out.
I will starve to death, for life,
but at least I will keep busy starving.
I cannot just sit.
I'll feed those trying to make me run out.
-they are everywhere and proud.
they are not going to die. they think.
we must all buy.
-we must all sign in ink.
ii.
the work space I am in is holding back
my mind which wants to become a rainbow.
this inadequate freedom.
rainbows are slow and crawl along slowly.
I know I can be forever here.
you understand that. it is disciplined imagination.
it is saying "yes".
this forever is a memory of the future.
in this place, if I blink once, I've crawled along.
time has flown away.
they are not going to die, they think.
we must all buy.
-we must all sign in ink.
iii.
I want friends
so I can have a reflection without mirrors.
I want to be negative
so others can feel positive.
I want to move quickly thru life
so death will come slower.
I'm starving to death because I can’t say "no".
I want.
I'm sitting here waiting, waiting to blink.
-waiting to sign in ink.
iv.
I'm waiting to want more.
trying to look like someone - I can find myself.
changing the way I do things - I can be accepted.
ironing my clothes - I can unwrinkle my soul.
working hard - I can have things I don't need.
taking pictures - I can remember things.
cutting my hair - I can wear a smaller hat.
growing old - I can be wiser.
dying - I can avoid rent.
I'm here waiting to blink. We must all sign in ink.
v.
denying I am here to work,
I am trampled by the effects of change.
it cannot wait for me to starve.
I'm on a rainbow moving slowly.
I am the rainbow.
my eyelids are heavy. I'm lacking sleep.
they are nearing a close, about to blink.
they are not going to die. they think.
we must all buy.
-we must all sign in ink.
Mark David Jordan, 2010
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