Caleb Madrigal

Programming and Poetry

 

Metempsychosis

I had to leave -
     or was it "flee"?

I felt trapped in the drywall office halls
     unable to breathe
The sanitized artwork hanging in the pale florescent haze 
     reminded me what art should not be - 
          what life should not be.

I hate the straight lines in man-made buildings - 
they make everything feel so...concrete,
     so unbending. 
But I love the trees with their curvy lines that say,
     “reality can bend -
          come bend with us."

So that's why I am here - 
     to answer the trees.
  • Author: Caleb Madrigal
  • Date written: 3/17/2015

Melted Nights by Melissa Vincent (Photo by Melissa Vincent)

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