
I am a calculated misfit
residing at the edge
of your ordinary days.
Prying, prodding, questioning.
Illuminating – other ways.
Boldly desiring to stand apart from regulated views.
On a mission to gather
comrades in arms.
Poets with a touch
of the absurd.
Painters whose vivid strokes
collide with shadows cast
by endless columns of grey.
Non-conformists……..
renegades stepping out
from the absurdity
of a self constructed iron cage.
I am a calculated misfit
seeking, searching, striving to find
a glimmer of myself
in the questioning of your eyes.