Practicing the art of publishing and relentless Optimism against the INEVITABLE flow of time and my own self consciousness by not taking it too seriously.

New York.

Goodbyes

Goodbyes

Prickles the fingers
warms the chest
flushes the neck
fight or flight or fear or freedom
feels
fierce
and frightening?
like you’re a wizard harry?
jolt of lightening

Like maybe I am a fcuking Disney princess,
is this my musical number?
like ahhhhh – no I’m not going to subjugate this room to me singing
But I got a lot of friends who sing opera
and also alt rock
and sweet soul sucking grunge
and heavy trap flows
and everyone’s a DJ
and they got my back

Cuz I think if I get them
towards their goals
I might find my along the way

Or on this journey.

definitely trying on this journey

got a year and a half, or money runs out
tied to my heart
I’m going to spout
words
and rhymes
and pictures if I remember
and video if I figure out how this drone works
and get an SD card
and pack
and clean
a million things
left to do
but as long as my friends pour me drinks
I’ll get on that flight
alive,
if not grateful
if not very hungover
like Oktoberfest 2015
I can’t wait till that line works better
God grant me 30 more good ones,
and I’ll see all these fuckers in 2.

H1

It Takes a Village