Jettison those
pedestrian motions:
jaded emotions from
lifetime devotions to
ill-conceived notions.
Abandon the fast cars,
and glossy faced pop stars:
ubiquitous sub-par celebs;
let the ordinary plebs
– the quick and the dead –
come along on
your journey instead.
Fill up your trolley
with food never tasted,
the wild and the wasted,
the uneducated and
heart devastated
abusers;
with drop-outs and losers,
with beggars not choosers,
belligerent boozers,
and Christ’s own
self-righteous
accusers.
Instead of simply
predictably opting
for mainstream-adopting
safe bets,
wash out those toxins,
with fresher concoctions
full of life and
potential regrets.
Create for your cultures
ambiguous sculptures,
placing them round and about.
Through honest confession
and deep intercession
take a vulnerable question
and utter it back at
your house;
with your kids or your mates
or your spouse;
with those willing to listen
to honest admissions
of morbid conditions
and hidden addictions
without totally missing
the point;
without judging your struggle
or bursting your bubble
or talking of
wrecking the joint.
Let winos and weirdos
with hairdos like heroes
and lifestyles like zeroes
step into their God-given
birthright:
a conscious decision
with careful precision
and crafted incisions
to egos:
foregoing the limelight,
not bothered where
he goes or she goes.
Rather, making a highlight
of living, of loving,
of giving not getting,
of never forgetting
the tears or the sweating,
of lavishly letting
their beautiful flaws
shimmer bright.
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