haiku
by rcribay
feeling the sun
after so long a winter
even blood runs godlier.
literally in a darkroom with some
ancient artifact one called film
whom some like many other things
will argue is artistic because it’s
old but as time wears on eventually
people will pick up paper and say
this is strange…
why so tactile?
and then you’re reminded vanity
is you writing you reminding yourself
of you
Allow me to take
this opportunity to
Flex my
considerable ego.
It sometimes gets
cramped, and
always tries to
get out, just
a bit.
I try to keep the
thing in check, but
everything needs
to stretch some time.
So Excuse me
while I say it,
But,
DAMN,
I’m good.
and despite it’s otherwise stunted growth
manages to stand on its on 5 legs
and crawl blissfully into the barren
future
