Boys Never Sit Still & Other Thoughts: Poetry

These slinking words
so want to burst forth
from the cocoon of
my consciousness
They anxiously
ride in the pit
of my stomach,
waiting to be born
And all the energy
of this process,
makes me snappish,
waspish,
as I wait to
transcribe from
the Muse...

~

Succulent rhyme,
decadent verse
the seduction
of literature
seduces me

~

Let us ride
these tribulations
that scratch
at our weaknesses
like cornered kittens
For in the end,
they are no more
substantial
than a cloud

~

Politics:
preposterous dictation
on the purposeful elevation
of situations
involving the propagation
of negative sublimation
to all populations

~

There is a schism
in my chest,
divided lives carried
out in quadruple chambers,
strangers,
none truly knowing the other,
but existing all the same
with the Fifth Element
of Spirit
to make them all cohesive...

~

There is this urgency
that sneaks up on me,
leaves me breathless
for its return
I am so much an instrument,
strung along by hands
that give no hint as
to where they're moving me
But feeling grace and light
within the touch...

~

My boys and the quiet,
yet I keep humming,
body vibrating silently
mind churning frantically:
Is this creation or panic?

~

They say boys
never sit still
So why do we force them to?

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