A bow tie.
The long tie.
A hair tie.
A bag tie.
Any kind of tie.
Clip it and go.
Winter Grease
The frigid air hits the face.
Crisp and cold.
Cold enough that as the air hits you
the smell of fries and burning oil
from the nearby burger joint are amplified.
Honey Mango Mustard
Senses of appreciation.
Laugh of deprecation.
Love of application.
Finance the institution.
All while being in a station.
I am Free
I do not know if I am happy.
Though freedom comes with a price.
One I have not paid.
One I can only hope to pass on to a world so darker
than the one I knew.
Grounded
Feet planted firmly.
Earth underneath.
Head is looking up
but not lost in the sky.
If only the eyes were not clouded.
Proud no more
A routine.
A habit that made me happy.
I was able to do it everyday.
Now, if I am able
sporadic do the poems come.
Routine changes really screw me up.
You chose the Viper
The rabbit is limping.
You ignored its pain.
You did not help it.
Instead you thanked the viper for exposing the injury.
You knew the viper caused it.
Still, you choose the viper.
When it bites you, remember the rabbit you left to die.
Keyboard Skills
One handed
Finger slow.
Both hands
looking where to go.
Practice time and again
Faster I go
Mistakes a minute.
Cake
Souffle that falls.
Angel Food that is devilishly simple.
Devil’s Food that overdoses the chocolate lovers.
Pound cake that makes a difference.
Or be a bread and be different.
Dragon Hunting
Curiousity kills
So does bravery.
Healing begins
when the truth is exposed.
Communication draws blood.
Terminal digestion
becomes fresh gyrations.
Dragon’s find their wings.
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