I ask myself If the world turns different, and if the paintings From the depth of my hood or Around the world the scribbles on my wall, Feel sames as if peeled-away hope, is all That on my wall. lives and hope ask Am I just crazy? For: wanting to be!
I’m going to one day make a #LEGOpoem that really works. I’ll keep working at it and sharing what I get with you, no matter how imperfect. Maybe it will inspire somebody to combine 3 poems in 1 in this way.
This is a reflection on the paradoxes of my home, where the laws are strong, but the law is weak, leading to a bleak picture where hope fades into the horizon…the norm is what is abnormal!