3/26/23
#beach, #gulls, #unrequited
You are a storm A fire A shatter in the dark Ripples on the surface Crack
Light surrounds the tunnel Of every future yet. Darkness fossilizes What I would soon forget. A child I would dip my hands
I sat down Opened the drawer Took out a pen And cut. Scissored my wrist
Poetry is a fight. We slam the words with our fisted… shouting the counterrevolutionary,… to hook your faces into shock Go to places where time no longer…
Today is your funeral—It is also… You’ve died, you’re gone, In peace divine.. Your eyes—they cease to shine. For me, I know not what to do—
Oh Mrs. Mary Kay— Mary May! Hey! Your boy’s not coming here this da… No, he’s farming hay—
Light surrounds the tunnel Of every future yet Darkness fossilizes What I would soon forget. I look into the future
It has been said that you should Dance like no one’s watching— I always dance like you are Seeing me Across the room
