Entering the organic spa-spot

Entering the organic spa-spot

The torture I held as you tiptoed across

my organ cells and hair follicles.

I held even more by holding insanity’s

delicate wafer on your conveyor belt.

I love this end the most, smelling charcoal and

the rotted-tooth breath of what once was.

I loved saying goodbye to your rigid palm-reading,

your depleting predictability and the adult-slot

I’ve had to slot my mind into

to manage you as well

as I did. And I did. I received gift baskets,

praise and even a place

on the roster. I know it was for something but even so,

it was nothing I can use in my journey among the

aspen shavings, the inter-sloping muse

that highjacks my better self

and gives it free play.

Even so, good to know, I am capable. So much better though,

to say goodbye, bow out and join ranks with the sages.

So much weight to shed, the load of metal-brick responsibilities,

keeping tabs, counting scores. So much that wants to be forgotten,

go unnoticed and lose the symbiotic skills of your success.

Mercy is mine, understand that. I am not settled, but embarking.

I am saying goodbye and it is easeful,

a release that arrives as completion.

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Published in “The Peregrine Muse” December 2015

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