Escape from Squaretopia

Why do I have to be a sphere?

I always get kicked out of here

They say two to tango

But I can't with all rectangles

It feels like I make a problem

Asking question they can't solve them

Not found in back of book

Then her neck got a crook

Squares don't like being bent out of shape

Made her a trapezoid ape

I got in trouble using voice out of turn

Abstain from the Pledge as if flag I had burn

It really got old all that getting in trouble

So one day I put my voice into a bubble

I learned compliance and listen lame

With hand in the air that's a damn shame

Spin forward the clock another 20 years

Now I'm older, pressed clothes and rocking a beard

Not a creature was heard but the click of a mouse

keyboard, screens, cubicle rectangles prison or house

This is not what I want my life to be about

All I know at this moment is I want to get out

Twenty seven shades of grey I need my free

At the time I wondered what was wrong with me

Why can't I just accept things as they are?

Is a futile attempt at dimming a star

I am stardust from the universe you can't disentangle

I stepped out and realized nothing's made of rectangles

I am sphere, I am star, the Earth and the Moon

90 degree angles unnatural and smoothed out soon

Stepped into the light put my feet on the dirt

Out here we're all circles goodbye to the hurt.

Round peg in a square hole

 A bright young sphere 

barely squeezes

through the 

rectangular door

Into a 

rectangular desk

Arranged in 

linear rectangles

facing

A rectangular chalkboard

        a square teacher

                and a column of chalk

The chalk had potential

        in the right hands

Were it not 

        simply

            projecting lines

                from a rectangular book.

Blank Threats

 It threatens me that I will feel fear so I fear it

I fear it not so it threatens me with a longer fear

I fear it not so it threatens me with a longer longer fear

I fear it not so it threatens me with a longer fear

I fear it not

One

 One more step

and I'll hurt you forever

One more step

and I'll hurt

One more step

and I'll

One more step

and

One more step

one more

one

Twelve Years

 Man spends twelve years

        at the window

                of a primate enclosure

Worried 

they might get out

He adds mortar to the walls

Blotting out the 

sun

Cuts a moat 

at the edge

Fills it with water

Spills

Ground becomes

mud

Steps back to more

solid ground

Surrounded by mud and moat and mortar

Man looks around

Man spends twelve years

        at the window

                of a primate enclosure

Until one day someone

        opened the door

               and he stepped out.

World so bright he was blind

But he took their hand and walked 

Promised if he walked through the shadows

he would see again

Man spent twelve years in a primate enclosure.

Windy Edge

 He walked the Rim of the World

for years

They tried to push him off

He stepped a

They stood in his way

He walked around

They pressed close

He looked down

They went to choke

He made himself smaller

Walked faster

Further

Pushed harder 

They got stronger

He walked slower

Took the direct path

Smoothed his tissue

It was but wind

Gently caressing his skin

Spring Out of the Mud

 Man spins in a blanket of rage

Heart aches from the grater life has been

Tear shed tears for being locked away

In the dark

Never to dry until they see light

He flails and screams like a dancer on triple speed

Longing for the days his bones knew how to shake

Shaking is too fast now, too fem, too unsafe

Cry and get your ass beat

Rage and get left alone

Loneliness caps the feelings into a dark cavernous chill

Body slumps like a plant locked in a box

Once he has run away from the love

His heart needs most

She makes him look at it

Feel the rainbow

But it's only red that is thick enough for the city

Violet magnetized victimized violence

His circle of loneliness grows larger with each grown of angry sorrow

Shouting away all other colors like a spinning wheel

As I watch him storm away

I wish I could blow the dark veil of clouds away from him

Grab the sun and force feed it into his eyes

Remind him he is made of leaves and to not despair

In the bareness of winter

He is meant for heights only his bones know

Alas he is gone now

Drudging the muddy waters

Of the Once was Wetlands

Oasis for avian aviators travelling the globe

Now cemented over

For the coyotes of clothes and fur

The last dark corner

In an artificially illuminated cement cemetery

Where brain rules all

and soul has no soil.

Travel in peace my brother

May you find a place to rest your salty tears upon

The arteries of the ocean

May your feet find Earth and

Your skin find sun

May you grow fresh branches out into the world and 

Shed the

Dead leafless interior branches which

Fester old wounds and

Become so full you leave

A slug's trail of smiles

Behind

Everywhere you go

May you find

A healing haven within

Blessings and

Love

Brother

I love you,

Ben