So Perfectly Normal
Is it so crazy to be so normal and bored, that you pretend you’re crazy? Yet many would say they are crazy, it’s those context clues that lessen their surroundings stringing them in their best interest to act normal. Formal greetings, mapped out meetings, these are some of their favorite games. They smile to please, it’s that in-denial-disease, documented numbers, certificates and calendars creased between the drawers of empty filing cabinets, like lined paper I like the texture of pages on top of pages, teacher, teacher, refrain us from the sky, scrape us right; like we were raised like American flags; slide up the pool, we escape us, play it cool, like we’re not children raising children, trackless roller coaster expose my pose, expose her pose like petals on a rose, her little red dress, precious little sex eyes, those relentless, vicious knee-highs. Crazy, maybe, crazy glue blue-green eyes, see right through, true crazy in love, like a normal earth, blue-green, above below, sunny white snow melts upon an oceanic tree house, my instrumentality, my mind like a warehouse of instrument sound, captured words bound, lassoed music notes spinning out loud around. I give you permission to call me crazy, but only if it helps you to feel so perfectly normal.
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