If I could pause in the happenstance
Freeze midstep, a cryogenic deer
Under nature’s floodlights
And scent the moments
That alter everything
I would, purposely
Bump into more people
Dance until tired
Go left, not right
Just for the sharp sweetness
Of realization soaring
Through my synapses
And the sound of DestinyPacing restless in Free Will’s cage
The poems I share on this blog are often old and/or I dislike them. I'd share the few I'm happy with and are current, but then I couldn't submit them to literary magazines.
Some may ask why I share work I find inferior or doesn't represent who I am as a poet in the present. One, I'm unknown and obscurity grants me a perverse freedom. Second, this is like giving you a random tour of my past and what I thought about.