The Daily Dread

Yesterday

Do I sculpt karma
Or is it in DNA
Raven knows for sure 


long blond animal
melody of our motion
to a band she loved

Biscuit the raven
frisky frolic memories
of my long blond muse


my older siblings
by nearly a decade would
taunt without mercy
using a made up slur which
would send me into a tantrum 

It's meaning unknown
by all of us, even them
still wounded me deep
then parental discipline
ended their bullying glee

but they scribbled it
all over the basement walls
now etched in my soul
I'm forever an "oottsie"
whatever that may mean

scarred for life you say
perhaps, but I have my doubts
even a made up word
an "oottsie" I may be but
nobody likes a whiner


Out of my past block
I sculpt a possible me
Oh what shall I be


As the closing act on a sea
Of floating possibilities 
Passion tsunami opportunities 
When me and you were a we
Waning hormonal machinations
Eleventh hour oscillations
Karma brought us together 
In the nick of time 
Just under the wire
Our epic encores set us free

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