You were not a mistake. Your body says lay down. And the world calls you 'guilty'!
For not sweeping the floors in harmony with them.
For not holding your breath
To make your body square
To fit into their cubicle
Action, action, action, don't just stand there, do something repetitive and mindless like the rest of us!!
They told us that a body must move alot to remain in motion, eh?
as though laws of rigid body physics applied to the disruptive thought potential of the depressive
But that is a lie
A still body; open, quiet, and listening, not forcing, just being
hears things that the frantic masses
Will never hear standing up.
My best ideas
the fu ck down.
But when they come, fellow depressives,
write them down
and take that ball downfield
As if this is what you were born to do
Those moments of inspiration, deepest love for humanity, the odd idea that will bend the world into uncomfortable bloom