You may feel like you’re back
But you never left
Not at all
What feels like looping laps
Is but a heavily distracted crawl…
Category: poetry
All The Sports Cliché
Always play it smart on the floor, he said
So that even accidents yield
Better results
Shutting Doors
Living long enough
With suffice amount of
Entanglements within the same period
Teaches one to find meanings in how doors close
Depending on
How gentle the bolt gets tucked
The latch bore
Slipped One In
But he slipped one in
The Opening
The opening was terse
Then came cramming the empty verse
Of an awareness
Suddenly shifting
Rekindled, and it Still Burns Bright
Trash
Trashed
And arcade money
When
The question that usually
Never gets an exact answer
Were you expecting to be where
But never knows when
First Things Last
Remember the first thing
Remember the last
A Linear Cycle
The air plays music
We all learn to to ignore hearing
As we leap from one faith to another
Latching on to it
Until it finds silver
Identifying us
For who we are
With a kiss
Running Late
Time takes
Time
All the time
And you are running late
danDAman 