I put down this 13 x 13 after coming to terms with some of my social conditioning last night. I’ve included an audio file of me reading it. ♥ EAB
Pavlovian
Pessimism visits me with lightning flashes, and
I’m immediately convinced the storm’s on its way,
so much so, I hear raindrops’ pittering-pat against
the window. I can’t help it, I brace for the worst’s worst.
The rain knocks out a familiar percussive pattern,
therefore I await the shift: the roof will soon fly off,
and I’ll be carried away by the mercilessness
of wind. I can already sense the lift in the gut,
where I’m propelled far beyond the deep of hopelessness.
I stand there, in the center of the room, with muscles
tensed for the impact, where I muse why I must throw a
threadbarren projection of a two-dimensional
past over the laughing, breathing child of the present.