Inspired to my school, government class, and methods of analyzing poetry.


Beauty is a Matter of Perception

sun shining
off a lake
of god-knows-what
seems so beautiful
in my TWIST-ed world

construction equipment
gleams with dirt
and I admire
their rebellious stance
in this health-inspected life

yellow hard hats
polished with rain
and run-off water
and I am jealous
of the freedom of being a hat

Senior citizens
brush past my door
aloof and above my stature
and I feel disgust
at the ease with which they walk

dirt paths winding
as hallways through
the crush of neverending feet
and I pray not
to end up underneath them

over the plywood
and through the gap in a ladder
down the stairs and up a hall
familiar territory
in this everchanging place

sun shining
off a lake
of god-knows-what
seems so beautiful
in my TWIST-ed world

and I stop

and I stop and look
at this world I live in
a mistake during rush hour
and angry yells fill my ears
as I am pushed forward by the mob

and I sigh

and I am jealous
of the freedom of being a hat

and I admire
the cleanliness of a dirt covered floor

and I think a lake
of god-knows-what is beautiful in the sun

and I sigh

and I stop

and I feel

and for just a moment
I am alone
and I can truly feel
my world vibrate beneath my feet
as I stand there alone

and a shrill tone
startles me out of my daydreams
and I run

I run up that hallway
I run down those stairs
I run through that gap in the ladder
I run over the plywood

and I am late
for government class