I DON’T WANT CONTROLLED TIDY SEX IN A CONTROLLED TIDY LIFE
Happy and smiling just right, but never mad and free, flying high as a kite,
Caught up and spin spin spinning like a top, fuelled by the crazy of my own supply, running so fast I forget from where I came or where it is I’m going but only just knowing –
This is flow
This is BREATH
This is nothing and everything and all things I could possibly need,
Or want,
Ever
In this moment right here
I don’t want to carefully move my body this way and that, mechanically do it right, get the outcome, twist like this, turn like that, slide over just a notch
I want it to be messy and scary, a whirlwind, and me the whirring dervish in the middle of it, dancing so fast I become a blur, now you see me,
And now you don’t
About what you want
Who I am
Who are YOU
Or how to be,
What is expected
What is appropriate
What is allowed
Or worry,
Or plan,
Be careful,
Considerate
And proper
I want it to just WORK
Without rhyme
Without reason
Without forethought or discussion
And so this is what I shall have
As I always do,
In all things,
Once I decide
Lock it in,
And let go
So within the lines
so
so
SO
fucking perfect
That’s not the life for me
I want a life a love a madness a passion a fury a business which is wildly streaked with oversized splotches and blood-like gashes and violent streaks of jewel like glory to take your breath away, and when you look close –
OH
the detail
the depth
the at once both incredible and also terrifying never-endingness of it all
I want a life in which I free-fall
And just as I’m about to hit terra firma
the floor drops away
and I’m fall fall falling again, into a whole new world a whole new layer a whole new REALM
opened up
and I want this life with the ones who also want to run breathless
and naked
and screaming
laughing
twirling
into the wind
into the madness
and into the fullness
they once tried to hide away
that’s the life for me
and you?
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