Ain’t no boxes up in here!

I’ve been sick and, generally, in a piss mood – Like “F” the olives, give me the damn martini already, biotch!

They are not allowed
Nor shelves to store them upon
Or pens to label them
Or sticky labels to address them

Not a trace of definition
Nor a semblance of a stereotype

Nothing contained in vile cardboard coffins!
A widening in acceptance and the idea that different is okay.

When I go to the opera the treat is on the stage and not the act of being scene.
It doesn’t matter who wears combat boots to church as long as they are willing participants.
Flip flops to work out and the hippies cheer hooray!
Another long day ending in the world of someone’s brain
of how life should be for us all. When they can barely
string two moments of happiness together, without the bitter
sting of remorse ever present in lives that represent ideas
rather than true sentiment.

Just let it all fade.
Nothing is worth all that fuss and anxiety.
Please unwind your ass and just let perfection die.
It’s a myth and a lie
that you can live without hurt and pain
Just accept it all as it comes because it will go away
and come again whenever it may
but not by your will
So, don’t store so much crap rather just let it all melt down into a martini of oblivion.
Pain never really goes away; its sharp edges just dull with time so that happiness
doesn’t bleed out before it begins again.

In the distance, I hear a thunderous hooray.
Those damn hippies and their cheering ways.

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16 thoughts on “Ain’t no boxes up in here!

  1. ‘Vile cardboard coffins’ is such a brilliant and arresting image for all the virtual clutter we hoard in our minds; old hurts and grievances that it is pointless to hold on to, carefully labelled and stored, as you say, so we can easily find them and drag them out again!

    I very much like and relate to the imagery in this line too:

    its sharp edges just dull with time so that happiness
    doesn’t bleed out before it begins again.

  2. I just love all of this.

    It is such a powerful statement written in a way that captures my imagination.

    And as for the line –
    “Please unwind your ass and just let perfection die.”
    I am going to write it out and put it up on the cork board in my kitchen!!!!

    David

  3. So, don’t store so much crap rather just let it all melt down into a martini of oblivion.
    Pain never really goes away; its sharp edges just dull with time so that happiness
    doesn’t bleed out before it begins again.

    Oh bravo !!!!!!!!

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