Tuesday, January 2
to run out of superlatives
the word okay and alright ought to be banned.
it's almost criminal to murder exuberance with prosaic language
to sequester the self from its consciousness.
to dismiss joy with high stone walls and massive wooden doors.
to dull the senses; to weave mundaneness into reality.
okay is an insidious word
that eats away at the hinges of the floodgates of restless ennui.
unleashes the heavy lava of dread and tedium
bridles the wild mare.
beats up clouds of dust.
breaks the spirit.
if i shut my ears,
i can block out the tinkling sounds of infectious laughter.
if i shut my eyes,
i can light my world with darkness, and claim the ransom in exchange of art.
if i shut my heart
i can deny the world, and hold on to wings that cannot fly.
my new year resolution is to run out of superlatives
to have a moostest, puurfectest magnayfaycentest, bestest, subblimest year.
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