Month: April 2021

park the car at the visitor\'s center
and everything is okay
palm trees line the border
and the air smells like saltwater
oceans of tears await,
but first, the gulf

each slash and every swing
drains me of vitality
my blade, a mere extension
of my arm
through the dark, i battle
in hopes of something different
and at last, i am drained
i morph, in the arms of my lover
to her worst nightmare
i am my shortcomings,
nothing more, nothing less
and yet, the sword remains

i sit, perched, on the castle roof
admiring the birds flying by
oh, to swoop through the air
and to be free from the earth
i took the path less traveled by
and yet, i don\'t think
it made any difference
i have made it to the heights
albeit battered and bruised
do the scars lend character?
or is that only what one says
to a child victim?

brassy voices make
percussion makes me
why you?
unto whence we came
and rising from the ashes
no point to the thorns
cumulus pillows cushion
turf blankets itch
why care?
the wiggles of the world
fleeting fleeting gone
but even so, we love