new poem
the unofficial story of my crush or,
the day to start up your dreams without delay
Daytona, Titusville,
I must mend a broken wing :
this is the start of my humble day.
I must forecast storms found over an ocean
and I do my level best -
with time & distance as my watchkeepers
I fill out forms like book-keepers.
I am looking for perfection’s markers
in an imperfect paradise : warm waters
but filled with swarms of jellyfish.
I am the concept of home rule,
I am the turmoil of an election,
I am the morning your realize
you have a crush on your best friend.
I am monarchy and políteuma combined :
the triumph of the heart in a society of
one.
I am government or empire, corporation
or academy : slight boy standing by open
window before school on a Wednesday morning.
is this what love feels like? is this what love feels like?