Shell

Thrashing and kicking and screamning Crying and bleeding and damning,
It howls at me as I tear it free
Free from my insides
Of righteous lies.
Resounding of truth
And justice
The American Dream;
It's my deep and morbid
Fascination
With what is wrong.
Into the light and onto the screen
I drag forth my purgings.
Moses had his forty days
Dante his comedy
Zhuangzi his butterfly.
I have reality
and My life
It's tipsy times
And sober facts
I can't deny
Breaking free--
This need
to be "good"
Words and symbols
Progress the thoughts
(sub) Consciously
Keeps me sane,
Kicks my ass,
Forced introspection,
Outrospection.
Daily, nightly, always.
Glen Vomacka 10.02.97