Michael
Padilla
The Deeds
That Define Me Never Find
Peace
The deeds that define me never find
peace
Infamy rides behind misread
eyes
It is what it was before it was
me
I don’t need routine, I have
family
You know, the kind that
evaporates
At the first sign of struggle?
Yeah that kind
And my world feels like an
avalanche
With one hand on an inhaler and
one on my
Favorite brand of
smoke
Fifteen minutes into the italics
That spoke to me but was
only
An unwelcome apparition to
everyone
I tried to share a fleeting
moment with,
I finally was able to comprehend
the pressure
Of our crawl space flex its
testosterone fueled claws
Close in on my ‘so called’
comfort zone,
With its fortified
authority,
But I refuse to accept
it
My enemies died
And all was fine in my fairytale
mind
Just like the imminent
destination
Laid out before us, god and
all
Finality is not that complicated
anymore
This whole shit storm is just an
unraveling
Mess of wires, cords, and
discord
Overlapped, underappreciated, and
misunderstood
One over and under the other of
another
On a grid we call the
universe
A microcosm of
masochism
Unbiased and elastic
I am
one with it
And I’ve never felt
So hollow
Michael Padilla, 32, is a poet and artist
residing in Pomona, Ca.
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