Red Bull

I crave wings
call me Daedalus, Icarus
Earthbound Seraphim. I will flex my naked shoulders, subconsciously
and dive for the sun.


*this came about from being very very very tired one day and being stuck alone to fight sleepiness alone...*

National Poetry Month - Day 3

Walking the valley of metallic trees
iron trunks and copper-coated branches;

the air heavy with electrons, bouncing
the frenzied whirl of loose atoms.

They are quiet in their excursion picking
their way through the thickest part this night

both shoulder backpacks and weeks of burdens
heading without direction towards: escape.

Weaving moonlight in their footsteps,there are no maps in their strides
only purpose and a plan directed towards daybreak.