around the curve,
a swerve to bend;
clouded blue road
looks back again —
no reverse course
makes pain unhappen.

old mileage reports,
“you can’t undo where
you’ve never been.”
new road transports —
it’s miles ahead
of what you lost hope in.

Tell me
I’m something
I’m not;
I’ll be that thing
that I am.

The spirit
I inherited
I got;
It’s integral
to the man
that still stands.

Forever
in thought;
Lifted I am —
Extended out,
I will be
a loving hand.

the king of longing,
dead but calling
with his lost head.

“put down the coup!”
he orders the troops
from his basket bed.

the armies gather,
argue “would you rather,”
all loyalties out bled.

king’s wife of strife,
queen of the knife;
a conspirator that fled.

upon pike impaled,
rude awakening unveils,
his united kingdom…

…finally dead.

wake up walking,
talking about being free as a bird.

take up talking,
gonna fly above all my words.

look down on the absurd,
look what I see is what I heard.

solo salute social anxiety,
this crowd laughs just like me.

in my mind just as free,
feet can’t outrun ruinous society.

fly back inside this bird will go,
nested in a comfort show.

may make up drawing,
chalking up all beauty for free.

raise up dawning,
it’s a new day, just you wait and see.

forbidden decisions
have ridden me out of town;
out on my own now.

the sun sets up west,
back east depressed;
driving away from emptiness.

head out on the road,
unload all that forebodes;
last night’s life elopes.

forbidden prism eclipsed,
deadline decisions writ;
our dividing lines split —
we move on from it.

our hands
drop —
drop their hold;
fingers linger,
once crossed,
now unfold.

feelings at bay
like paper plane
creased —
awaiting release,
skyward, gravity’s
pull decreased.

jettisoned hands
fashioned like
rubber bands —
snap back,
lock-in again,
inflight letting go,
takeoff unfolds.