Saturday, 18 February 2017

step to the left and move forward...

tears
are not
able
to properly
dictate
the emotions
i currently feel
-- there are times
when i just want
to give up on everything
-- to be a lost boy or girl
in the land of never

now
that being said,
to be a quitter
relinquish all dreams
established during
the days of old

an accumulation
of tear drops and giggles
comprise moments
not exclusive
to a sweet release
nevertheless to one
that is exceptionally
powerful

if alice's walrus
forces himself
on my direct
yellow
brick
road

-- i will
brave the poppies
while sand granules
quickly fall 
to document
my specific
time