wrote it
now own
the words
“stinging nettles”
popcorn, chips
no escape
writhing grapes
glowing flames
pardon me
hold on
wash away
this grin
funny spill
easy swipe
to wipe
pain away
hoping still
you catch
a wave
to ride
reach high
brave sky
then crash…
burn hotter
smoke longer
grow stronger
pardon me
i must
move on
edit words
i cringe
then binge
ego “POP”
then flop
down…
down, down, down…
halfway there
then stop!
stop, stop
stop stop stop!!
sToP!
i drop
roll away
the fear
(since i cannot concentrate, i might as well write… something needs to get done around here. 9/19/2018)
seasons: a poetic journey 