'I envy cigarette smokers' and 'Bizarro Reality,' by Lion Hyman
I envy cigarette smokers.
They take more fresh air breaks than anyone,
granted they’re tarring up their lungs in the process,
but they’re out here.
Rain or shine.
Noticing the day,
Deliberately stopping what they’re doing to step outside for a few minutes,
Sometimes enjoying a cup of coffee.
Ah, it just appears so idyllic.
To just stop and breathe.
...until they stop breathing.
Bizarro reality
Sleeping in a bed of ants,
Banned from burning incense,
Feeling full of shoulds and can’ts
Break free and let yourself dance
For you or your god
Never in vain nor never feign
affection/dejection
*synthesizer interlude*
I want to break free
From the societal mores
That have a hold on me
Of your subjective opinions of how
Things ought to be
I’m beautiful subtly stubbly
I caress myself to sleep
With all these paths ahead of me, dare,
At the crossroads of my youth,
Why do I dwell on what you think about my pubic hair?
Instead of ardently searching for the
Proof-proof of da truf, the truth
Fully empowered, I choose my destiny
As it sprawls out on the horizon free
Of expectations, sour ideas, and projections
I run toward it Not worried about my protection
Safety, money, itineraries, direction
I embrace my happy trail
It leads me where I want to go
Slowly the paths choose themselves
Recklessly, I saunter down
All rips and shits to the wind
Me and my higher self prevail
glitch art by DM Rice