The Kitchen Sink

 

autodidact art
  -or-
late appetizer

 

 

it was an unlikely move
a bloody mistake
knifed to bleed brazen burglar

 

remember that escher maze i've been navigating? the one where space and time are in

constant flux? yeah, i'm still stuck and it is a literal mind-fuck. i really need to

break-out. very much so, indeed.

 

despite its non-linear qualities, i do need to occasionally sleep in this place. usually

it's a respite, mostly a void; however, every so often i get a dream of flight, of

freedom. obviously symbolic, my woken mind still clings to the after-glow.

 

a cat pounced in an alley
it was an odd breed
forked tongue snuck out of its mouth

 

                                ^

 

my choices seem to have become two-fold, (a) keep going on this itinerant journey, or (b)

succumb to the numbness i feel in face of this metaphorical emptiness. not great options,

really. i guess i'll have to let the story, like a stolen license plate, move around

until it's finally found.