Tuesday, April 12, 2011

Eco-Nomy

I feel stiff in this ecosystem.
Like a weed in the grass, unwanted.
I've never been one with the stale grey walls,
the 5x5 spacing
and the business casual embellishments.
The moment I go bushwacking,
I get a small, round fist
exploding from my stomach.
My instinct for colour,
family,
life,
tell me to turn and run.

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