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Room For Error and Aliens

June 10, 2021 by Russell Wardlow Leave a Comment

can I please have room for error
social relations I’ve been alien to
oh, and I’m an alien too

can I assume
when connections,
have been so impossibly far
and few between,
as to hardly feel human at times

can I read in between lines

I’ve lost touch with nuances
I desire most what I’ve lost
fatherhood, freedom, and intimacy

we all crave to leave our imprint
and even to be indented with an imprint
but I’ve been hollow
only pressed upon by the gaze of trauma
and its flirtatious physical harms
like kids hitting the kids they crush on

can I mistake our talks, so I can
get in the groove
of having a groove
I’m not made to drown in testosterone
aggression fueled my descent
all libras crave balance
and so nature,
but free will…
well that’s a matter all on its own

and I’m just wondering
can people maybe
feel more flattered
rather than
offended
allowing themselves to be
human
natural lovers, conduits
connectors and communicators
allowing moments
to happen first,
before pre-defining them

let go!
or how will I ever learn to, again
if I ever did learn that
I have to learn from humanity
how to be humane and human,
again
if I ever was that at all

or has that become a lost world
in a convoluted
crazed and chaotic civilization
a present society where
savagery and barbarism
have taken to be superlatives

and judgment,
is the best means of
self-protection and preservation
but its OK to not be in control of everything
maybe regain it after the question is asked,

‘how are you today, My name is WayOfLife,
what’s yours?’
or

‘are we clicking,
or am I just hopeful and projecting?’

is there room for this kind of honesty?
what about,

‘I desire to get to know someone whom
embodies certain values and passions, with
a personality like yours, do you have time
for a journey, I suck at patience
but I love the nostalgia of the process?’

is there room for this still?

or

will it taint the possibility
of a platonic connection
from here forth?
well of course
I haven’t learned to tweet
I’m an alien after all,
wondering if some woman,
could teach me
how to meet and greet

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Prose of a Con is a collection of Russell Wardlow’s prose and poetry written entirely behind bars. Through writings on family, spirituality, freedom, love, justice, redemption, and vulnerability, Russell seeks to show the humanity and hope of individuals like himself who are incarcerated.

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