when life hits,
the courage of a falcon, driven like ex-slaves. souls traded, underwater
concrete, writhing through an underground. I flow at times, listening to soul
watching our world at a fast pace. I lost it all. so many times. I keep looking
up. devastated. cursed. like beauty of the beast. so determined, so much I
guess, at uneasiness claiming my existential. I look like gazing—the birds are
chirping—I hear gods in a voice asunder. suffering ain’t easy. like pale blue
on dark green. I grab kale and giggle. too many signs too many hospitals—been alright
those nights. forgive him! a madman. it wasn’t until it had money! out with me
in with him, so gone at 2 a.m. a friend a ghost as most at a pair of wings.
who’s to say—my right
is my wrong, my right becomes my empathy. gripping a sip at large in self, so
agitated until it dissipates.
Love was a friend,
in an old life, now we dislike our mirrors.
I feel destined
for the destination looking like a mean man. so alive in essence, so blocked
from eons, gathered in a curse—it was last flight.
has it hurt? was
it lethal? too much a birth in the 20th century. I flew out riding a
sled I hit ether.
I spark cotton,
like a daily routine, watching what I understand.
