Maestro Glissando
would submerge the piano
in a waterfall
PIANO
VALLEY
cooled off to survive
having been deeply engulfed
in her hot valley
POLLEN
As a youth I would
sprinkle pollen everywhere.
The Pollenator
SPRAY
A hyena spray
a day keeps jackals at bay.
Scent of betrayal
IFS
Amongst many ifs
I remained still continent
No trickle abloom
Bracelet
A bracelet I thought.
Other wrist cuffed. The closer.
Now I watch paint dry.
BUMPY
it’s always bumpy
when I’m riding the triptych
on my altared soul
SELF
Spray largess around
Flourishing on every self
Still no trickle down
ILLUSORY
Calculations
Everyday was a math problem. Calculating the shortest route to accomplish what I needed to get done in the fewest steps possible.
A Scroll Threw Life 