Tuesday, March 8, 2016

Poem: "Anord"

I am the better demon of your nature. 
Against law I stand, 
A prince of chaos
Upending your stagnant life.
I am the seven-year itch. 
I am the lust for glory.
I am the hunger for power. 
I speak in the tongue of a clanging alarm
As you sleepwalk off to sacrifice yourself
To corporate idols. 
My avatar is your half-finished novel, 
Your neglected bandsaw, 
Your unborn child. 
My commandment is this:

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I actually quite like my job. That said, if I could support myself by writing, I would.