Netflix and Nike

Race on
For what choice do we have
Time neither ceasing
Nor waiting for us
Desiring to reach back
To grant wings to these feet
Hail thee, titans of victory
We made it to the day’s end
And in the morning
Pray, we shall, for safekeeping
To the comedy gods

Not Enough Miles Away

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I, having opted instead for distraction
Skipped the moon crawling across the sky
For, if not for wishes
What’s the moon for

I, having once been the one
Wishes felled from her lips
A woman of goodness asking of gods
Who hoarded her pleadings

I, having looked away now, see
Their entertainment satisfied
By the light of the moon
Just another satellite

Go Fly

If I 
At the ocean
Awakened at last 
From the stagnant, salty air
Did then
Cut loose and blessed
A once-tethered
False-flying
Prismatic princess
Would the gods of wind and sea
Worship me