Yesterday’s RAW File

A bed of Cottonelle and needles
makes up my quiet place.
I don’t deserve this rest.
I should be throwing my diamonds in the face of coal miners.

Art with rules is everything 
it tries not to be.
This pseudo take on nature fits within the lens perfectly,
the light is held prisoner forever.

Now, you have one more eye to worry about.
And a million more voices, screaming at you.
“You don’t see like that!”
“Look better! Look harder! Look within these rules.”

I repulse it.
I reject it harder than they do to your people’s prophet.
I am Samson.
I'm coming down with the mezzanine.

Keegan Shaw 10/17/19