I am so.gritty.now. goodbye this fear of the world,
Gravity hurts in a whispered word.
Take back choice and laugh on through.
Art darts and target hearts
Can sing the blues,
But not like
The gift
Now
Tuned.


Taking lessons in the outer rim
Grounded to the earth
And then,
With a flip I change the pen,
To stir the thought that
Dwell within.

With form drawn to
Bend and twist,
As the fire
A poet's sin.

Dying with random misfortune.
And missery.
Charmed the last time.