Yan

A moss covered pew, in a clearing,

Atop a hill, by my childhood home

The humming of every atom

Crashing through my potted grief

I can finally cry, if only just a little

And howl into the night

Engines, horns, brakes and screeching

And crickets

And the neighbor on his guitar

The air is cool, and

The breeze is warm

//

I talked to my mother today

Had to thaw out the beef

Only to realize

2am songs of freedom

Conversations with myself

From two years ago

Redemption songs

Daniel samples

Tireless time, only tonight

I’m at a loss for words, can’t

Put them into the universe like this, I

Got new shoes, there’s

One for each day of the week, I

Won’t look down, not

That I even could anymore, we

Still breathe the same, even

When we’re convinced we don’t.

Bearded reflections in lead

Follow through feelings

New green leaves for everybody but me

Doubled it and passed it along

//

Bolted at the sight of it

The madness spoke too clearly

Retinas screeching to a halt,

Auditions for the spring showing

I got shocked but I didn’t feel it

Just saw the spark, that’s all

Haven’t worked this hard

In a long time, in a lifetime, I

Can only hope to make it

Splashes decades

Into this room

//

We dance together through the rays

But my two step is getting booted

Shelf dust accrues, seldom feathers fall

A boombap echo

Beneath thunderous baseline

//

Trumpets play overhead

Confetti fills the air

Glowing in the new sun

It’s not over, no, far from it

To my hand, and

Only mine

//

Saturated memories

Dry to husk in this sun

There’s so much to discuss

So just get started;

As cliche as it may,

As light bounces off his ladder

//

Am I tired? Or

Is my routine to be tired?

Playing cards with myself