Wingless, yet in flight
Yellow bird, break not my heart
Trust ye, the terroir
grand explanation
I
Now
See
I
Am
The
Imperfect
And
Absolute
Impetus.
That ^^^ only follows.
Stumbling Blocks
You must and you will walk through that last door and dodge stumbling blocks, puddles and smells. And pain.
You’re gonna go breathe.
No, the sun and its smiling to-do will not stop you.
Be forewarned, it may slow you. It may pause you to play.
Should you stumble upon flowers, puddles, smells and such. Wanting the ache of it all.
Borough
The happenstance plan
Under the stars and string lights
With the city beat-beating below
It was only some dream
The welcome interruption
For once, a green dress and escape
Whispers in Spanish, not saying no
It was a safe, motorcycled yarn
Now and Now and Now
We are the color, the canvas
The breadth, the reach
And the Want-To-Be-Betters
The silver that should never be picked from the gold and painted over
Happy Morning
By now, back then, I was already drunken
I knew that I knew, no questions needed
Oh, that I’d known what they two knew
But no, my heart was still nine
And caught up in stories I’d saved to survive
But today
Today, happy morning, I’m clean
What The Dark
We ought to feel our gravity
And once we learn what’s at the center
We must feel free to spin
Off-course
If only for a blink
Or light year, if need be
To forge again our force
Tape: A Haiku
They don’t see the end
They see the continuum
They who are victors
Where
I always made her wait
’til Thursday
To cry
“That’ll teach you,” I commanded,
“to feel, to wish and need.”
Someone, but not I
Might’ve offered mercy
But why
“The more tears, the more mess,” I understood.
“And further,” I’d chide, “you cannot permit pieces of who you are to escape and run free -there’s no one who’ll care to clean up after you.”
Then she’d quiet down and stop expecting
She’d fall asleep, and dreamless be
She’d go. Goodbye.
“If I could be bothered to wonder,” I thought aloud,
“I’d ask where.”
Reasons
It is an unexpected hour
Not too late
Not too early
Enough light so that we can still hear
So go back and look again
Do you see the soft shadows asking
Don’t disengage
Do you feel the air giving
Reasons to stand
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