1. if poetry can be called the map of the mind
then i would like to lay out and geographically define
my valleys and mountains evolution over time
my valleys I've learned well
ancient floodplains of overwhelming emotion
that has sculpted and shaped the landscape of my actions
eternally leaving behind scars
that millions of thoughts from now
will resemble the surface of mars.
2. pulses of laughter are the soul
running an old tin cup
across the iron prison bars of the body
remembering what it was like to be free
3. I used to be able to say that I've never fallen face-first for a woman,
although my elbows and hands were scraped and scarred
from catching myself all the time
and so I thank you
I've never been so happy to lose teeth and bloody my nose
4. I used to go to a coffee shop that force-fed starving artists
the way we force our art into the world
without being asked, and without expecting thanks....
Thank you Ethos Cafe- Richmond, VA
5. Reminiscing in dead languages
lost like a modern day pagan is
praying up to the moon's gleam
just a pale reflection of what it really used to be
6. When i read Nietzsche, 'Holy Shit!'
is what comes to mind
both as an exclamation, and a description
I'm sure he would have it no other way
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