I inhale it all in
Back straight and stretched
Allowing air into places
The world bids me to forego
Just when the stiffness
The starched, itchy-stickiness
Tries to take over
To bubble over
I exhale and come away
Clear-headed
skorpíos
I hear you’re lonely for me
The sun must’ve tucked itself behind a cloud
Don’t worry it’ll pass
I feel you reaching for me
But I have muscle I wish to grow and I must go
I’ll leave you here to grasp
I see you thinking of me
Why the tears and low eyes as you walk away
Please come back
Kit: A Haiku
Sell your everything
Except for your soul this time
Come back, my best friend
Digital
You disconnected me and now I know
I’m here to build my own tower
I’m here to harness the lightning
I’m here to wire the world
I’m here with high-bandwidth, hello
You there on the grid
A Place Of Rest
I would have no idea
So don’t ask
Who I am
Today
What the plan
In May
And I cannot say
I will be certain
Tomorrow or June
Either
“It’s A Good Face.”
Thank you for the souls
Who let their hair grow
Who don’t fail to show
Who’d never fear to know
Who smile with the flow
Who, despite dark, go
And wear yellow sunglasses
Thoroughfare
So I sing
So you see me
So you wonder
Should you sing too
So?
Function and Form
Maybe I had to fall
Probably I needed the thief
Or the cries of the world
Sound too distant to me
I’m sure my role was to sink
Made for the dark of the deep
So when at last I ascend
I’ll know to bring others with me
Constitution
It might’ve been
The late-early hour
The exhausted eyes
The headache
But the words had a heartbeat
The page was breathing
“Believe”
I remembered I went and read to her
Her Cinderella stories that ruined my mind
But made hers fly
I believed
My presence, my words, my faith
Held power
I was taught to believe,
And I damn well believed
Their poison would bring her back
She’d remember
Wake up
And fly back to me
“Believe”
A whisper to me in the mid of Night
Made my feet fly
I believed
I knew that this faith
Held power
Out the door
To his side
To tell of The story
How we need not fear
He’ll wake up
He’ll fly back to us
In each moment
It is said
Possibility lives, breathes and flies
I must play The Realist
And tell the Story
That holds power
You can’t claim
A single truth
Unless you first Believe
To you then, license inures
Hope wakes up
And flies back to you
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