After you walk the pessimistic perimeter
Step two feet deep in my area peace
Thinking two steps prior to the present line of conversation
Laced with leased essence of Chuck Taylor
Converse under all stars solely reaped from what was sown in the silver lining between two better halves that are siamese
Astronomy is the study of my mind
flying through some type of magnetic pull
Decapitating the fool that drools on his desk
sleeping on me can’t be good for your neck
so I can support the privacy in my pen
Spending time writing my wrongs identified by judgement
Trying to cash my sin into a check the size of Nike
I think I might be like Kanye
All Day I Dream About Sentences
ADIDAS might be the reason I sit and write 5 poems a day for 3 seasons
Cleaning out my closet until I get that last dust line after sweeping
I hear skeletons soft weeping because they no longer belong as my demons
I hide so much in these lines
You cant even call it public speaking
Illusions hid in the root of this healing
Feeling some sort of trans-formative mode
This caterpillar on the move now
I once knew a butterfly that still flew close to the ground
but he would frown to find out his crown awaited at the top of the mountain
To bad he never left the caterpillar boundaries
If it ain’t challenging...