Immobile Objects
Immobile objects remain still, unless moved upon one's will.
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Suppose yourself to be transposing-
along the treads that mark
towards a path of failure.
Does one continue
the journey of governed manifestation,
or does one deflect
ongoing traffic that plays
a game of chicken.
Body
An easy fix, a scratch is,
but what then
when it’s deep into the paint,
onto the frame, etched and
engrained
into the foundation.
The body is a reflection
of an owner’s deepest
insurrections,
that no establishment can heal,
unless it’s a full
replacement.
Crash
Crash into pieces-
my feelings aren’t escaping.
a spark ignites me,
yet the fuel is tanking,
depleting, misleading me-
into a pit
because you were
rearing me into it.
I’ve lost control.
The brakes
screeching under my toes.
The mobile goes jolting,
onto a vast land of woes.
D. Mendoza