Perch

Flowers
They’ve suffered at my hand
Frost
Did I discount them
Never
I, as would many others
Nurturers
Set them again in the sun
Believing
They would continue
Blooming

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

Thirty Percent

A fence may draw the eye, asking, will you act as friend?

What when we keep the Others out, what will that make us then?

Can’t we, won’t we alter fate of each whole soul, alike;

A fence with strong and welcome gate, a fence not stained by white.

grand loser

The one that rocked eternity
Is all they’ll see
Hope converted you, love converted me
I in black, you in white 
To holy onlookers delight 
The race set out before this night
We have long since won
The task at hand, my fiery-one
Persuade the other souls to run