Hate When This Happens

poetry

I forgot to remember
All the while knowing
That I would forget by morning
And go figure, sure enough
I did, and no amount
Of brain racking helped
To alleviate the exasperation
Because I simply couldn’t
Remember what I knew
I’d forget but remembered
Thinking in the first place

Dont stop

poetry

when the french come
tell them I’m gone
er
tell them anything they’re french

(and for some reason in this country
french racism just isn’t)

when they come just tell them
i left
er
tell them the truth. they’re french

Authorship is Next to Godliness

poetry

over seven years,
i watched you grow
and watched you learn
what love could be,
and now i return
to your beginning
in preparation to witnessing
your penultimate story;

because i know so well
how it all will end,
i can’t help but wonder
what premonitions you had
and whether you were aware
of your maker’s plan,
just like i hunger to know
God’s plan for me.