“Stigmadness” by Corey Boiko
Apart from discourse, It was par for the course. My eyes saw the patrons as they see themselves. my mind soothed, All are equal, it's well. Yet now, as my brother George lights a cigar, The social ladder slips. I tread beneath it, Stepping on a crack. That is when I see Him as the house does. How could I have been Blind to my brother, His Impression Ragged and Ill mannered, Our reflection. the company I keep Does not work here. In that moment, I didn't realize That's okay, so apologized to each, For having naught but the bearded grain.
I am curious to see well, george, Deserting the real for a deep veil. My eyes materialize in my own reflection, showing a refracted me, Stuck between stations, Just another True me. There is... no excuse for light treatment. Though it destroys me, I am now becoming depth.
Corey Boiko: I always wanted to live in the future, someday I will. check out more of his work at http://ididntrealize.com
