Gap year
signifying
a slippery head,
the lost chip in bedsheets’ seams,
the honest grip of academic burden—
with ego death, its loss, a dream!
This odd twist;
leaving a chippy mind to dampen,
leavings of proteins unfolded,
heaving from kin’s guilt, this damned sin
blistered, known as the “son” who folded.
Yet, there’s glister in
uncombed, uncoiffed, and voided manes,
these sprouting thoughts (from honest locks) of the unmarked mind,
lacking that blasted graded bane;
he, whose mood curves, cancels, now
ceases to spread its insidious guilt.
Though this gap encourages swallowed tongues,
smoky dried out eyes, and
that jagged theme park
(known as a gap[ing] bender),
—spaces in songs embellish their notes;
a bowl and its soup,
static between a channel’s changing,
the necessity of a negative (stagnant?) space,
rest(s) can be productive.
