Tuesday, December 9, 2014

6137. FUGITIVE

FUGITIVE
I am a fugitive from reason, from
depth. I am a fugitive from sound and
matter; from terms of revolving credit,
from 30-day returns. I am a fugitive from
noble thoughts and singular deportment;
from looking back and having excuses at
the ready. I am a fugitive from religion, and
from concepts of ruling Gods themselves. I
am a fugitive from politics and a fugitive from
lies. I am a fugitive from municipal bonds and
library dates; a fugitive from travel and a fugitive
from rates. I am a fugitive from blindness, from
holidays and battle. I am a fugitive from coupons
and consumer-frenzy prattle; a fugitive from larceny,
a fugitive from death. I am a fugitive from banks and
motives, explanations and votives, doers and thinkers,
protesters and voters. Bullets and vests. False-face emoters.
I am a fugitive from fitness, a fugitive from glory; a fugitive
from fake Buddhism, and highways and tolls. I am a 
fugitive still on the run, and a fugitive from goals.
I am a fugitive from darkness, a fugitive from light,
a fugitive from sleeping...all through the night.

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