Many folks from your/
now and future won’t know your past/
save you reveal some.
This came off of a meme which said:
“So many people from your past know a version of you that doesn’t exist anymore.”
Many folks from your/
now and future won’t know your past/
save you reveal some.
This came off of a meme which said:
“So many people from your past know a version of you that doesn’t exist anymore.”
The music which flows/
from her soul knows* what her mind/
can’t articulate.
OR
*shows
An adm’rals daughter,/
she still slept ‘neath bridges ’til/
she got herself straight.
In the relentless/
mind-numbing, thought-boring, I/
ask how to escape.
You know you’re deep in/
the Bible Belt when billboards/
can quote Hosea.
Folks drive for hours to/
float the creek that curls through my/
backyard. Why sit I?
My evening yawp at/
the setting sun was his dog’s/
name. Veruuuuuuuuuuuuuuca! Peace.
I composed first with/
a pen, then with keyboard, now/
with voice. It’s my choice.