Monday, 6 February 2017

if i had the balls...

at the age of thirteen
i dreamt of going to europe
more like -- running  away...

i wanted to be surrounded
by the thigh high grass
and type poetry from
the moment the sun first
gave us her morning
ray riddled kiss
to luna's extravagant
performance as she brightens
our night sky

sounds odd to say now
when all of my other class mates
wanted to go to 5th avenue
and broadway

who wanted
to be daily buskers
in constant performance
from songs of others
i would've rather
isolated my being
to write

"the song of myself'"*
because only when
we are truly present
to who we are -- are
we truly present
to ourselves

*walt whitman