A Mind Built Through Isolation

A barren workspace I do seek:

There’s an Independence found in Isolation,

Solitude by choice not by placement or creative construct,

I despise those impersonators, and their convenient smocks of white,

Cloning chickens, splicing genes, for the greater good,

Walls are blank

Only if your thoughts are faint

If they grow and are allowed to blossom

Those bare walls will be vivid, bright and pretty awesome

You’ll have images and memories

Reflections and theories

Chasing after one another

All for your innovation

And perhaps somewhat amusing

In how it all unfolds,

Each crevice, every slat of matter

Left brain, right brain,

There is no such thing as a wrong brain

The mind is the most fertile place of all,

A little sunlight and a lot of knowledge

Will move it from that potted soil

And it will outgrow that tiny ledge on the wall

Isolations not a bad thing at all

In Rapt

As the curdling continues,

 I wrench within for

A cup of persistence cloistered in a tumbler of gin,

Finalizing the curt to-dos, nodding, molar holding lip in check,

Do not look disinterested or mince definitions,

Lest the agony may trudge in territory undesired,

An Explanation, Explaining Exclamations

Elaborate rebuttals, endless confrontations,

Quiet, I’ve learned is more than a state

It’s a mean towards an end,

As the decibels soar above the gradient

The blood grows violent, spitting and coughing, gurgling within

Cascades and episodic calls to action, writhing for release,

The stomach falters in tone and velocity, temperament grows blatant

Like an alligator, tugged by the tail, snapping jaw between the thrashes

Then the door does close, quickly bolt fastened where heads could turn,

Boots distance themselves away, eyes watch intent, for dread I was too obvious,

Whether the feet are shuffling, stomping or simply plodding along,

I don’t discern such trite affairs, only that they continue in that direction.

As my eyes observe the departure keenly, something awful I do dread,

For fear of pirouette, to see the axis spin in pretend,

Ignites chilling transistors that the flesh from spine than bone,  

Pity, I pray, have it so, upon this tired, wretched, solitary soul,

Do not recant the vows you’ve made, do not reposit , do only, disengage.