Contained
Unthaw me
Shroud and shield me if you must
Reign over, rain on
Strike me sober
I can’t care, if that’s your way
All you do, I know it’s true!
Will ultimately unthaw me
Póleis: a Haiku
Greek goddess in me
All of her fire and color
You will bow to these
I, Hen
Nothing more than a thief
Uncommon, fine
But a thief, nonetheless
Who has stolen me
Only we’ll ever know
Checkered Flag: A Haiku
Repeat Pretender
A pompous, polished bandera
Hand-woven in top-quality, one hundred percent Grade AA American lies
Little stars at the center, numbed
With trumpet-fare, staked, time and again
Atop your own mountain
The Same Measure
Look with me
Far enough up
Forgive the atmosphere, layered
Its pain, its shame
See with me
Filterless skies
Redeem them, though unasked
Their Gossamer egos, thin skin
Bailer
Never, during his entire mad, unmanaged spree
Could he see, though he claimed to look
Could he understand, though he claimed to know
Could he love, though he claimed a heart
I, then, left cut, scattered, chasing, winded
Summit
Like a trudge up a hill in the mud
In my Sunday best and all
Clearly, I’m doing it wrong
All wrong
Eyes shut, I’m to don a red cap
In the end, all will be great again
Clearly, as mud it is
The Art of Making
The Scene: You are an actor and I, an epic script
With minds to set the screen afire
With hope upon our lips
The Method: Be emboldened and feel the risk with me
We’ll project timeless, endless strength
We’ll cast doubt to the sea
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