Fell down inside my foot & wonder’d
will i ever be secured?
Ate the poems and children’s stories
of childhood and hung upon the chord
of my insecured LIFE.
Butterfly poet blurry eyes — what we
think — and wish upon those good ole
days //superluminal light \\
how organs inside our bodies
play music like an ancient orchestra
upon a wooden floor.
I want to be with mommy now. She gave
me love and without mysterious energy
: i sometimes remember her smell when
before she just died all i remember is
her smile and love.
\ i wish i could hug just one more time/
oh turn back time to those old days
when she was my age — so stressed out.
now burning a candle of my words
now my name is clearly insane
to those days when mother sang
and those were the best of days
:: 09.28.2021 ::