I.
teeming
a thickness that only blood could see
and red could hear in my heart of ears
confused i stop
i stare at what i thought was me once
the sirens are all around me now
theyve come to take me away
but i already took myself to where i wanted to go
far away from here
this place that is green and overwhelming to me
my price continues to rise
but my value is decreasing daily
i sit on a shelf
in a world of plastic
im stuck in a smile
and its here that i cant escape from
all around me the teeth
the rows and rows of teeth
grow denser and flock
im a stranger to them all
my mouth is empty
worthless
things that go unspoken are worse when they are mistakenly seen
by you looking at me
here on this shelf
here on this stretcher
here on this world that goes round
and round
but has an end
maybe not in sight
but who can really see
who is really god
that placed me here to smile and pose
to be emptied and void
to want to see my own blood
inside me

II.
all these swaying suits
briefcases clanking against one another in the breeze
like reeds in unison dip and bend to the winds command
skirts in colour bloom overhead
they catch the breath and swirl and wave
migrating to where the Four Corners direct
they are the other
the trampled on
the underfoot
they are lost for words
except thier small protests of music
that can be heard when the air is particularly strong with them
and makes them brake at the base
or splits thier thin balloons
then they hit each other with force to prove
a lost thing unuttered
and whose chime to heavenly ears
is but the sound of walking
and treading upon the soft floor
of that far away world
where the suits and skirts can only dream of going
but mindless and willless
they shake and rattle on
not knowing what is above them
or what they could be
with a little water and sun
and six feet of spine

III.
i know, it sounds silly, but im walking
im walking and my hand is outstretched into the breeze with the tall grasses and little flies
im barefoot with out hesitation
im walking here on this soft ground and my hand is beating at the soft outside of me
my toes dig in search of something i lost a long time ago but cant seem to remember
i am almost sightless standing in a plain about to be blown away by the gentle breeze that has me enraptured with life and movement
the world sways with me
and all that is green sings around me
i am in the fallen forest of kafka
i come only when i am alone
where i can see myself walking and not be able to really exist
you cant exist with someone telling you you are real all the time
you have to escape all that
and get away from reality to where you were born - your mind
to where your heart got its first command to beat to love to exist to be
real
or whatever you want it to be for that matter
mine is green
it matches these plants and roamss freely with the insects from plant to plant wherever its heart will take it
doubling my meaning i suppose
you might when you are here
do the things you never thought youd do
here you are one with your mind your world your soul
where you really belong and where its really taking you
eventually
after your heart gets its last command to beat
and then stop existing
for real
for finally
the end of it all
and green will turn to brown for others
and my green will finally become what green is supposed to be
really
ouside of me
without me
and i will be with it
roaming
uncharted
and green
naked
from birth to death to life i am
green

-The Individual
On "A Study of Kafka's Fallen Forest"