Kissing the cheeks of past

 
reshaping my past, I'd listen
not the shadows that scared.
Nor deafen doubts that guts talk
jumped instead of stayed, carrying
caressing brand new ways.

Spoke when spoken to, lived
pleasing me, stead cool breezes
blown upon others, kept my eyes
upon sharks of the sea, the bleeders
leeches fed fat from skin.
Give token to that job in Hoboken

Cleaned house in sooners than later's
shifting waits from stilled minds
to weight for mind
Ignoring quiet times
reaction of creation, hold hands
to my ears as screams from larks
swore songs for their park

Bite the hand that fed
insecurities and dread
poured the greased palm
to ones whom know how to bag and tag
those clues were simple, sometimes
trees aren't seen when dealing with
Life overseas, encrypted letters
bound in Arabic, Russian, and French
archaic writing would've helped

Hitchhike my way to San Jose'
forgoing the plane ride
air sick to this day
study to play like others
compositions, repetitions, readings exact past
then find my voice,
or would I
Just regurgitate continuum
as I do this past, that which I slowly
bury, with each spoke of path

To change what was, would be
another me, maybe better, maybe stronger
maybe an asshole without my Daughter
so what has happened, toilet
flushes
sinks to the earth
change what I can, continue
journey, shunning
the caverns of regret
embracing the folds
life just met