I used to
measure deeds
by right and wrong
your deeds...my deeds
measure words
by truth or lie
measure experiences
by good or bad
quality,
or a waste of time
measure people by integrity
or pretense
measure myself
as clean
or dirty
by productivity
or laziness
as managing
or stupid
and by many other measures
that were not forged out
of the shit of this life
but,
were hammered out
of the illusions of heavens
where ideals
thrive in ethereal balloons
buoyed up on immutable illusions
that will never burst
fuck all the measures
that are born in heaven
fuck all the measures
that are born
in unearthly places
in inhumane wombs
for they are not for me
and
they are not for you
lest we curse ourselves
and others
with them
hanging grindstones
round our skinny necks
far too near the ocean
of our own humanity
let curiosity
break apart
our
measures
let curiosity
redeem us
from
our tethers
Wednesday, 28 October 2009
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