Day 28

On Tuesday we 

travel rabbit holes—

trying to fill voids that 

dreams vacuumed,

left vacant & the abscess 

remains—

Writing is the dream job

I’ve been fired from 

Poetry the process that’s 

been spoken & shunned,

on my shadow 

But I’ll show love to them 

viral pens 

This page & mic is practice 

for the practical 

pipe dream split my dome 

centuries ago 

and I’m still dumb enough to

to chase it with blood 

ruining from my nose; 

excuse me if this spit is red

and some spills out 

to the front row

All a person ever wants

is to be 

Loved

This is day 28 of 

National poetry month

They say the definition 

Of insanity is 

doing the same over again, 

& expecting a different

result

Go touch grass, 

stop fighting the tears,

this conflict is 

worth losing

But do I lose 

if I keep writing 

in the wind