im sorry world

since i dont have an image to upload upon some thoughts...

i'm sorry world
that i steal from the artists
because i am broke
and bored
and that coming home means coming home to
the endless world of being a pirate
stealing from the ones i have sought to become.

this says a lot about self sacrafice
says a lot about why
says a lot about the virtue of passing time
because that's the only thing that seems right.

but i still do
sitting here, sifting through endless files with endless particles of
Kb KB Mb MB Gb and GB
how am i ever gonna get this right
ill still byte the bits
with skinned teeth and the help
of someone that knows more
than i do. puts me in a place between me and you.

i lost my favorite
black velvet tipped pen
so long ago that i still remember
but it came up as the last thing
klunk klunking in the dryer.
i took it out,
astonished like the last note i left john lewis
that was never found on some doorstep in florida

uncapped it
made two marks on
the skin of my left hand
just above the part you can pull
between the horizon and the vertical
of the L
where most people place the pen
to write.
its called a 'less than sign'

but left or right
i write with my finger tips
and i wonder if i could ever truly be
a liberalist.