Grab Bag

“The only pressure I’m under is the pressure I put on myself” – Mark Messier

Leap

Permeated through and through:

Foggy days, no received calls, and melted birthday cakes;

Staple the writing on the steel bricks unto my chest,

let the blood seep and the humilation pour,

Cardboard boxes pinned in rain, meaning less

Let the sequenced revolution break

And the night die young

Raise the bulb from ceiling to cloudy nights

Unobtainable–watch me fall

Unpredictable–watch me fall

Unreachable–watch me fall

And take the bed I rest, forgranted.

“By “guts” I mean, grace under pressure” – Ernest Hemmingway

Concussion

A weight of lead

Imprisoning limbs to the floor

Corrupting the white noise

Make pure of the fall–

Demonstrate the mathematics of us all to all

A mouse: trapped.

Withering from us all.