jump By: suraj sharma

A jigsaw piece soulless and sorry, I fall from defeated or frustrated hands
Until my methods like some gratifying static defy gravity or everything it commands
Levitating over crocodiles that chase nightmares that look exactly like those old corridors
Built by communists and brandished by crows before being bolstered by hardware stores

My dreaming self is feverishly praying to and nudging at the sides of our lord below
His melancholic metronomes, apathetic alarm clocks and to the noise from my neighbor’s stereo 
No safety nets here, just her coronets - she is no country for cracked or cracking bones
Or offsets for counter-balancing kings who are thrown off of their thorny thrones 

I have cigarettes to keep me warm, and my questions that light up the summer night sky 
There’s competition here too, its an Olympiad for junkies and when they “jump” one wonders how high 
I’m content here in my contempt for the crass and the commonplace, counterfeit words that you stole 
You can contemplate, connive, convince or confuse but can you clone the numbness of my rigmarole?