Three little totems

 


 i.

Sometimes
there's no good
internal rhyme
or reasoning

it just fucking is

for instance, you
can be Samson
for a whole year

but it doesn't make
anybody less Samson
for watching silver slice
itself through a mane

some grow that
shit for an entire
year, knew what
laid inside each
strand of hair

sure, some of
it can be painful
but I imagine good
things flashed in
your eyes too

as it all comes
crashing down
on shoulders
before kissing
a floorboard.



ii.

You don't have
to figure it all out

you don't even
have to understand
where something
or someone is
travelling to,

life is a detour
full of postcards
accompanied with
strange stories in
different sized fonts

that's what I
naturally take
away from it.



iii.

This isn't my circus
not anymore, you
can keep those
rounded shoes

there's more to this
than meets the eye

we seem to forget
how simple words
start turning into
complex animals,

I hope at some
point you read
this the same
way I wrote it

perhaps soon
rather than
later.