a poem a day keeps

the meaning of irie
Current mood: addiction to the rubberband

And so now I am recalling stories

Of you changing open spaces

From caves to canvases

From a maze
to memorable

I make sure

the shoe fits
more than once~

I pick several moments and watch you wrap into them

Slipping through

A silhouette

Divided

By crazy
and how I believe you're driving me

A kiss reminding me of everything I was afraid of

Including love
including the rest

like death
By the very lips that rehearsed

The same curses that sought

To show me how to cry myself a river
by myself twice in 2 decades.

for now, the punch line is dangling on rebirth

But who's to say run on sentences were created to loose us
in the dust of words deserted by the whirlwind of the minds

and the desire to keep going, keep moving
fear nothing for whatever doesn't get

baptized on the page

gets recycled in the mysteries
of the divine

timing of

everything.

...just allow the ink to dry several times on the same line