do you know how to keep yourself musical?

(AKA: i trust me) a poem

“It Was Always There” oil on canvas. Available here.

listen to the audio to hear me read my poem, along with some backstory.

i took a walk around the house today
i don’t like the frying pan 
so I stay within my own sizzle
each comforter I take 
is a silent room
i stepped inside a faucet of fear
but it’s okay
because
i am cement foundation
and i know how to keep myself musical
for long drives in the summer
and rest my head by the sea
you see,
i own my own mind
they haven’t figured out how to hack that 
(yet)
i’m an ice skater on stilts 
it’s new
look it up
or don’t
just trust me

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