Originality Is

Something I came up with
that did not exist before

Like me as I occupy
a seat on a bus that did not exist with me in it
in another instance of space-time

as my other self does not worry how original
he/she/it is

as in

something i created that didn't exist before

but i am here
and i am these eyes
that watch the animals
fight over a box
of stale donuts
in the dumpster

I am these ears that hear others speak their
mind's world
and try to come up with something original
to feel real

I am this orange windbreaker picked off of a rack and paraded around
visibly at night
so i might avoid being unoriginally hit by a car

If only i was existing not as myself
my ears and eyes and nose
and balls
would preceive
real things

but instead i have forever tainted them as tethered to my relentless monotony

I am stuck

if only I could not control this pen as
it crosses the paper

if only I could gather
all that is my personal
diseased stench
and wrap in plastic and rocks
to sit at the bottom
of the sea

If only my arm could be chopped off
but the words go on

If only my mind would drop
out of my skull
and my throat contrived to ululate
words and ideas and
stale donuts for
wildlife
i might finally contribute
i might say by not
saying what i really must

a new original thing for
people

so they and I may preceive that which fits
making all their unoriginality seem original and beautifully part of a system
far too large and detailed for outside influence
to even be a possible thing

we are far too fucked
to be anything other than unique