A look, a feeling,

a fuzzy, faded thought,

sounds you’ve never heard,

unrecognizable city blocks

Images unimaginable,

energy unfamiliar, 

past and future occurring all at once

Dreams and reality collide to disguise,

both the truth and the lie,

right before your eye

I am your friend, your family. 

You are safe to be who you be.

As I do for you, you do for me.

The son,

the sun,

“Hi, son!”

Hyson.

Don’t get burned.

It’s Tuesday,

3 2021 9

It doesn’t have to be this way,

The color of your mind…

Woozy, I walk a saturated saunter to the corner store,

Topo Chico on the back wall,

A twist of lime for you,

I’m forever classic,

Fake it till you’re sick,

Make another omelette,

Let’s go shopping,

Buy another face pretend.

It’s Saturday,

2 2021 20

I stare into the void, strikingly soft, with my new sunset eyes,

Waves crashing, sun basking, I am washed over in light,

I find peace in drowning, living in pretend, finding a form of savior in innocence..naivety,

fractured youth, COVID youth. Who you gon’ be?