On The Other Side of The Wall

Corporate Hierarchy Poetry for the VP from the assistant…

Originally posted 10/5/09

On the other side of the wall is me
Not in look
Not in carriage
But in music, like wind, and water and joy

On the other side of the wall is you
Not in status
Not in presentation
But in drive, like a train, and steel and stabs

On the other side of the wall is us
But on this side is seperation
Because you don’t want to know this truth
That I am on that side of the wall with you
And you are on this side too
Closer than air but can’t breathe through

On the other side of the wall is me
Womanly wiles
Feminine ways
Diva, Faerie, Heart and hand

On the other side of the wall is you
Macho macho
A real man
Dude, Homie, Logic and strength

On the other side of the wall is us
But on this side is seperation
Because I don’t want to know this truth
That I am on that side of the wall with you
And you are on this side too
Closer than air but can’t breathe through

Don’t misunderstand
I don’t want to be you
Don’t misread
I don’t want you to be me
I only want you to respect your location
Before the train leaves the station

Because
On both sides of the wall is us
On both sides, this seperation
Because we daily walk in this truth
That the wall must be
Certain like infinitely
And we don’t jump
And we don’t move
Not because we can’t
But because we don’t want to

Freeform for A Moment…

Tita McTavish is a dew drop fairy on the window. She insists on suffering in the heat. She won’t just evaporate and go wherever it is she is supposed to go once that is done. She languishes away on the window, at noon, complaining nonstop about her plight in the heat and dust of Maryland in June. I feel bad for her suffering, but not really because she won’t just let things take their natural course. She keeps saying something about having a point to make and a story to tell. I just want her to shut up and tell the story, or shut up and leave. The incessant babbling and bemoaning is getting on my nerves, despite her niceness, and the coolness of having a fairy on my window. That being said, I better get back to work before she gets me in trouble for paying her too much attention, thereby causing yet more showing off and spotlighting on her self-pitying state….

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