Pack Horse Mule
life,
my paintings.
am i such a fool,
hanging my paintings on such a wall—
the type where stairwells turn cool.
who i am,
me,
so up and so down,
me,
with my bag of tools,
me,
making up the rules.
my personality,
a pack horse mule.
life,
give me fuel,
and not so much—
of the rough-edged trim.
give me fuel,
give me a first-place win,
something that in my sleep knows how to sing.
i can tell you—
that i feel passion,
as i have always felt passion.
but these days i am more in tune with—
what might be considered the norm.
passion,
i am still passionate,
but now,
i am much more informed.
James Garratt – Wednesday 6th November 2024
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Pack Horse Mule – Written Wednesday 6th November 2024 (Aged 49)
