Prose of a Con

Poetry and Prose by Russell Wardlow

Inside

Stop and Seize

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Sorry sir I’m nervous
Why would you want my service
Sorry I can’t consent to searches-ah that hurts
But I’m used to the way you usually usurp when you search and “find” something not on my persons
like I have a receipt for purchase?
A mistake has no purpose-ah that hurts!
I make mistakes but what’s worse, I fear your mistake may cost the life of an undeserving person
In this case me, I don’t deserve this, I just got back from workin’
I’m not resisting sir, my face near the curb on the surface adjacent to serpents
I never felt so shamed and worthless
“Well you match the description of a suspected person
Nothing else needs to be said further
You have no right to be heard
You have no right to be heard of
Now stop resisting boy before I get a paid vacation for beating a case for murder“

 

Fear of Love

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I fear in you
The promise in
Possibilities
Paradoxes
Paradigms
And the overall perceptual paragon of paradise
called love..
The only problem healed by itself
So what am I without it
Without you
Scared…to…live…to…love…to…lose

Hard Times

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Stuck in this prison

Tunnelin vision

Never stumble, stomach rumbles, and stomachin tension

Drama comes I’m unencumbered

No comforters, no comfortable livin

Survived disgruntled mumbles of Russell

His struggles and troubles consistent

The sun doesn’t visit

My sons don’t visit

No one comes to visit

Came undone for a minute

But I’ll be done in a minute, I’ll be done in a minute..

Fall

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If I fall, would you fall with me

Would you believe, that we

Would fall in leaves..or fall in love

Would you fear that plummet into the unknown

The rustling sounds in a pile of change

Inside the symbolic nature of autumn leaves

Growth, change, evolution, resurrection

I call it life, I call it love

Not leaves

Are you caught between

The choice of freefalling into uncertainty

Versus trusting the strength of your own two legs

That never fail to stand tall

Yet you stand alone

Above the leaves like a barren tree

So if I fall

Will you fall With me?

Change?

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How can a man change

or not stay the same

When he can’t realize he is in a constant state of change

Adapting to a reality that forces him to stay the same

Numb his pain, number his name, become insane

All the while asking him-to-change.

I’m not crazy…

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I’m not crazy, I just don’t conform

to societal norms

I’m anything but uniform

I’m everything but uninformed

I’m not crazy, you just hide yourself

in spite yourself

You fight what’s inside yourself

You probably don’t drink because you wouldnt think, and that would remind yourself

I’m not crazy, I’m just too sane

Denial is using two brains

You may as well use two names

You can tie your shoes but your screws are loose and you are too vane

I’m not crazy, I just admit I’m different

I don’t keep the mirror distant

I’m too old for fiction, I try to stay consistent

being normal is a contradiction

A baby, born in the haze of the shading phasing fading crazy late 80’s

A diamond never erodes

He took a walk on every road

Spoke from a tongue to which he never holds-

Back, moving toward a blind fate that forever beholds

Creativity, individualism, indifference, unique

black swan, black sheep, black diamond mystique

I’m not crazy, I’m just comfortable standing alone on my own two feet

You’re not crazy if you agree, and feel just like me

but I’m crazy…