If I gave you A Dagger would you dig my heart out?
Minced single perception tripped over on the ride to the middle
Where the middle sit and attend to the mess of the person to their left
Biting necks to sketch A destiny vicarious
Lording over overlords who under pin the middle
Delighting in struggle and argument
Obsessed and entranced in them
But afterglow is your form of Ego Trip
Drunk off my tits on your misery
Straight scene of trickery
Witches brewing Sacred life out of Love
Famished from nit picking
Look at your own garden
What do the weeds suggest about your ecology?
Just pay attention
And stop being, I don't know, so destructive.
- Ryan Dickinson