ROCKS

You know...I'm the grand diva of nothing.
The queen of "we'll have it soon enough".
I can't do everything, and for the most part I don't want to. Every now and again Lord, let someone lead me. How bout the opportunity to step out of the way or off the path and let someone else trail blaze, and lay new foundation, and build some shit. DAMN, man. Every good woman I know describes themselves as a rock. Every fucking single one.....
What the hell?! How come I can't be the soft, organic material that causes excessive restfulness, peace and welcome perversions? How come? Can I sit down now...please? We are made from the inside out so I completely get it...I really do. Every now and again I need my middle to be my beginning and my right now. Dag.

Seeking the solace of my sisters
tired of being made out of rocks
and hard places
carving out existence
and not catching cases
breaking off folks
not conforming to our spaces
of reality and truth.

Shit....let's make a break for it
let's temporarily quit
or abject power and
just chill somewhere a couple hours
or days or weeks or months.
Well really days,
i'm to much of a punk to roll out for real

let's bask in the rays of superwhite
teeth belonging to temporary thieves
of our hearts
on some island,
in some city,
around some way that
does not require
contracts or screaming and hollering
or children, boyfriends, and family
bothering
us....

Rocks are for quarries and
and raising water levels
right now i'd rather be some
expensive beveled glass
admired and not touched
just beheld
so there
now you have it
a plea to just jump
up and grab it
a state of pleasant
do nothingness
all for the sake of
unrequited mental bliss.

I need a vacation.........