Oh, Dandelion

Oh, Dandelion
I envy you.
You are rooted to this Earth
in a way I never could be.
I AM of this Earth too,
but not
Like you

Oh, Dandelion
I envy
I envy
I envy your roots.

As I sit and smoke my cigarette
I watch your dried cousins
Turn to ash.
I inhale their souls;
Exhale my mortality

There is a sudden need to clear my throat,
I expel the demons and a cloud of smoke.
The remains of your dried cousins
Mixed with my saliva
Nourish you.

Oh, Dandelion, how
I envy
I envy
I envy you.

The Same Cage

When the cage is no longer just in your mind,

When the cage is physical,

There is no solace.

The same walls.

The same halls.

The same twists.

The same turns.

There is no escape.

You cannot find a way out,

Because there is no way out,

The confines become torture devices stronger than those your mind alone can create.

The same dreams.

The same nightmares.

The same tears.

The same fears.

There is no escape.