I never look at a blank page for too long,
Same goes for facing a blank wall,
it seems to be always missing something.
A photo, a picture, and most of all memories.
When I was a child the same goes with my readers
without those colorful photos, I wasn't
contented with reading the book.
I must have read The House that was up sided down"
More than a dozen times, love how the illustrators
Mind-expanding illustrations, vocabulary or concepts
had capture my growing mind at a early age.
Today my mind, doesn’t go for the illustrations,
But it can capture poetic details about life,
And the subject matters: as they come to surface,
When it comes at me in the mirror,
It's not me staring back, but a poet,
A modern free verse kind of poet,
Or would we say a Amazon online shopper,
Instead of a walk-in stores browser
Who see from the rearview of her eyeglasses,
The brothers, I have known them that for the past
Twenty-three years, not on a personal level,
But by observing those two as individual characters,
One was a war vet, the other a computer tech,
One with some post-traumatic stress disorder,
The other like no other, had a Smoking Marijuana Fixation:
Most likely contribute to his cancer, which lead up to his death,
The other brother, is still here with us,
Hanging around in the lobby, making weird sound
And ****** expression, of a deranging war vet,
We must never assume, who is healthier and who is not.
Because death is a divider, a time stopper,
And unapologetic, defiant Donald Trump of times
At times, I also can be unapologetic
I owes you nothing, I owes you nothing,
I see nothing, I hear nothing, and I am the free verse
Of my daily writing, without rules, without your approval,
or even riding my bike without a helmet.
Or walking the street of Brooklyn without protection.