a poem under PRESSURE

moments from a meeting
more more more
loved our little flits flings flyer
you are not a lyre
just maybe sometimes a denier
i am crude crass craneaby
don't let this fall
2 months till we're legit
you wait one month
i'll wait another
we'll split it 50/50
meeting is delayed
continue to ramble
no judgement on a poem
subside subsidize subbliterize
phenonemonal.
magic is made in limitation.
strict the restriction for a big bust

1InAminute

restrictions are creativity

creativity is innate

spackling and sprouting are one and the same

he writes a beautiful story

she sings in her head

the world moves forward

lay the head down

rest

no criticisms

beginnings

one second

and a new poem is 

complete?

Reminessence

August 27th
Lewisburg, Pennsylvania

Take time me. I am here again. Arrived in full. Blossom behold. Fighting nothing. I surrender.
What if? Wonder awaits. What if? Peace be still inside. Everything swirls and slushes you at the eye. Our chaos interrupts one another. Intertwine and fall? It'll be...alright chimes out the window. Blazing stacks of concrete stacked in a row between trunks of bark and pine. We have the best conversations in between. Dodging through alleys. A secret in a home. We are safe now. We can breathe now.