Wanting to disturb the Peace

by alexwalborn

That feeling…

Wishing I could roll around in paint

Then pat the fridge, pretend like every surface is a bongo drum.

I want to rip the pages out

and crinkle and wet them.

When the building speaks

I want to break the office chairs

Pour indian ink on the deadlines, 

Tap dance barefoot in the mess,

Then stomp down the porcelain hallway.