impression

my mind has peeled
and lightened
until weight loss
has removed
impressions
of me
on minds
molded to here
exist
molded to hear
process
the sum of my experiences
plus cohorts
plus friends
and cinema
at pinnacles
can’t cine
max
for the enjoyment
of the lost
of myself
in fiction
affixion to
the weight
the wait
of glory
to come
outcome
impression

Impression

ships unmoored set sail
adrift
and swift
with intent
clouded
challenging
navigation

nautical coordinates
foreign
not legible
speaking the same language
different vernacular
that of time travelers
unraveling
the code of the balance
of pyramids
plotted
prior
to protractors
and pencil marks
spots
……..someone forgot
but will remember…..soon

catapult

silent

still

stance

poised and praying

prepped to hear Jesus

while artist minister

to me

and my heart

their art is

resounding

this sound thing

clamorous

Christ speaking

me not hearing

 

a sudden jolt

causes a flying sensation

circus

canon ball

slingshot like

 

arrow

quivers full

each awaiting

moments like this

the jolt

catapulting us

to destinations

destiny

graciously

even when we are not listening

 
Catapult

chip

say it with me

“this chip too will pass.”

shouldered

not calibrated

nor created for

capacities excessive

 

excess is

heavy laden

with the blatant

tags

like graffiti riddled train cars

that were once blank canvas

 

unearth this

pebble’s  origin

or again

rehab from

rotator cuff

abrasions

 

 

bald

my follicles have given in

and bought into

this thing called genetics

today

the trap

that hair

would set

for raindrops

aiming for forehead ambushes

is absent

 

a single drop

perfectly plotted

and placed

with the plight

to damper

and dampen days

 

a chuckle

while wiping

wet whiskers

wards off

whining

realizing

I am still

happy

 

 

suffice

this will suffice 

like fried pickles 

tortilla chips 

and avocado dip

check light switch

play flips

to counter an ambush-

meant 

for disruption 

and the causing of eruptions

implosions 

no doubt

spew hot magma

through cold veins

cold rains

November brings

July brings

July flips 

the switch 

that turns 

and turns

off suffice

and turns

turns on

my dreams

back on 

pen drop

drop the pen?

it depends on

abilities to read

poker faces playing the game

hard to read

but shorty’s twitch

is a recognizable itch

to make the innocent bleed

and leak 

like mother’s eyes
so I will 

I will drop

more words than 

kids drop empty shells

from gun pops

with potatoes

that silence gun’s pop

giving sides 

of fries 

with that body
erased black hearts
to heal black hearts

these words are chiseled 

stoney to the touch

touch ink

wet for fingerprinting 

shorty with the itch

the itch to mimic dad

amidst dad’s advice

hearsay 

never lived

I will write

and live 

and live to write

what dad meant to

Descend

holster your weapon

descend from the high horse

and ascend to the region 

of legends

they are speaking

after observing

and found solutions

to age old mysteries 

and they are simple

so simple that not even

trips on high horses

Spring courses 

online

on line

could confuse

or make crooked

if morsels of humble pie

become tantalizing to the high

in mind

Descend

blanket

a hooded vagrant
gives vague rants
after unlawful detainment
unsure of the proclivities
that started the process
systemic
enigmatic
behavior
survival to the one
that behaves for
settings
multiple mask
masquerading
the hood carried
multiple meanings
from acknowledging trayvon
to burning crosses
in Southern lawns
we mourn
til morning
when joy comes
by way of abilities
to inhale air
in days not promised
find solace
in modest
appearance
peer
amid
generations
that set standards
that blanket
and warm cold hearts

my mind houses

I do not spazz;

my mind houses

a melee 

a clash

between the inherent 

fact

and the inherent

truth

a slippery slide

on a voyage to eternity 

dichotomy 

split of

two personalities 

one diagnosis

normal

and there is

one standing

when dust clears 

the table of each opponent

reveals daily diets

extractions of

distractions to

bigger pics

painted in the same mind

that houses a melee 

a Clash Royale 

yet I smile

and wave

and take a side

the side

truth