ska
jazz
celebratory
kind of morning
puppies playing
puppies smiling
puppies allowed to be puppies once more
ska
jazz
celebratory
kind of morning
puppies playing
puppies smiling
puppies allowed to be puppies once more
a reminder–
i write poetry
a reminder–
i do this every morning
(and post it)
a reminder–
i’ve been doing this
since april 13, 2021
and have
at least one
poem
up
every day
(sometimes three)
(a couple of days, six!)
a reminder
for other people to remember
because sometimes
(often)
(almost always)
i forget
to tell
sudden raindrops
out of a halcyon sky
[so cloudy
it mimics
a deep clear blue]
one drop
then two
then a few
only on me
only on me
until they start to fall
on kip
and computer too
and we walk
swiftly
(but don’t run)
back home
to enjoy this summer storm
in peace
and
coverage
queer
people
in positions of power
in the film industry
(at least the parts i’ve been a part of)
always help
create an atmosphere
of love
and respect
and care
and what the industry
could be
after the jarring
eruption
into the new month,
the 2nd is the day for
double checking due dates,
calmly vibing with the month at hand,
and
embracing the day
fully
as time passes
[or is this just me?]
connections/
connecting/
friendship/
words/
will i say the right thing?
will i do this the right way?
[you don’t need to keep auditioning
for your friendships]
the panic
sets in
seasons shift
old memories
more people than i can handle
more emotions than i capable of processing
i just want to breathe
slowly
intentionally
and not feel like it’s simply a
mask
against my true
scared
self
but
i got nothing to write about
(not because
i’m less than full
of feels
and thoughts
and so much so much —
but ~because~
i’m so full
with those things
it’s so overwhelming,
and all the feels
thoughts
and other head-heart junk,
that it all melds together
into white noise
static
static
static)
nothing
is satisfying
artistically
poetically
aesthetically
i finish a verse
and just want to shake the shame
right off my fingertips
and start anew
(but the newness itself
won’t do
won’t do)
only took five whole days
to get back into the swing of this
writing
and feeling good about my writing/
confident that i have something to say
and the ability to say it
in a unique and clever way.
i still am probably not as good as i want to be
but maybe i’m close to
how good i
think
i am