How can I forget
large forks on the left
and other niceties
I've never met.
Folded napkin, knee,
don't forget to be
only fascinating,
haven't failed yet.
Invisible me
impoverishing
in a city of lace
as fortune's pet.
The actual me
is somewhere flying
beneath a set of wings
unfurled and set.
Relaxed, observing
content, unknowing
with a soft ignorance,
considered blessed.
But terror I've met
there, high in the skies
and shifted my passage,
now earthward bent.
How did I forget
big forks to the left,
these are the niceties
I didn't get.
Thank you for spending time here
Other works:
Thinking Man's Prison
Frenzy
I, witness
Imagine Freedom
Starchild
Melt