smothering your face in a coloring book by candlelight

what lurks behind the shadows takes refuge in the

places that one cannot speak without a lawyer and

a place to stay when the going gets rough in the

shadows right out there buried & bustling without

restraint without subjection to the parameters in

which the most of us dwell & operate so obediently

on a daily basis throughout the utter insane boring

mundane nature of everyday existence & whether

or not you yourself choose to abide by these lines

drawn round your own individual life is of course

no one’s decision but your own but know that the

crayons in your hand are your own crayons and

there is no one alive who can make you color within

the lines if you feel that you don’t want to there is

no force out there that can make you sharpen the tip

with the convenient little crayon-sharpener that

resides on the back of the crayola box & of course

there’s no one out there who can make you draw on

lined paper, graphed paper, or even construction

paper for that matter if you want to you have the

right to draw all over everything around you the

chair you are sitting in the walls the floor the

pavement outside all over your clothes the windows

as you walk down the street the street itself because

who is going to stop you the worse that will happen

is that they will smack a label on you and lock you

up somewhere where the first thing that they will

do is pump you full of free drugs and place you in

a craft room anyway where you will receive a

pile of crayons and the whole process will start all

over again fear not those that want you to use your

crayons “correctly” for they cannot truly harm you

they can only wish silently inside themselves where

they think that all their little secrets stay hidden

that they could be just exactly like you and live in

the moment coloring whatever you feel like with

these beautiful crayons and leave the rest of life

alone to its beautiful shadows its wondrous “liars”

& “cheaters” & “thieves” & “murderers” & folks

that never for a second agreed to live by anyone else’s

rules except their own who let the untalented

uninteresting doorknobs of history decide in their

wake their value to society.