Sticks and Stones

Or words splattering deftly on deaf ears

Photo by Felix Russell on Unsplash.

The crows caw cackling wits

You can hear them snide

Comments tossed about over

You and your head.

What game they play

You aren’t privy. To

Say it’s okay

Is to lie. To yourself

You repeat positive

Reinforcements to drown

“Unhelpful” dialogue out.*

Too bad your walls fail

To suppress shit flung

Parabolic cloister open

Always on one side.

You could make a run

For it or sneak

Stealthily — i.e., columnar

Traversing i.e., via supporting

Wall vertebrae barricades.

Maybe tunnel under-

Ground away from

The light darkness

And suffocation is

What they want any-

Ways for compliance et al.

Or you can walk white

Bleached and upright finest-

Linens-proud through

The gallery towards

Communion with

Speckled radiance

Because even the sun

Has dark spot umbra.

No man or celestial

Being is unclean

So you take your

Lumps and keep on

Walking.

*You know this is all bullshit anyways.

Might as well get your fill face up.

AARON GERRY tries not to take himself too seriously, despite what the content may suggest. He enjoys pen and paper, perambulating, and donuts. Many donuts. Oh and writing. Speaking of which, his work can be found in journals and publications such as Chronogram, Lit Up, P.S. I Love You, The Creative Cafe, The Junction, and others.

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