only prayer draws me up from this lacking, this demoralization. this devastation. only prayer can restore me and my faith in these times.
like the days we march on. november. i have an affinity for you. your cooling trend. the killing off of worst of summer. i become pensive and add layers. indoors i go quiet. wrapped in blankets reading books. though autumn is the end, i see renewal in thoughts and feeling states. even love, lost in the humidity, pounded out of stereos, is attainable once again.
comes a time when each passing moment is so unlike the one before and after it, i wonder how i am awestruck by a thousand years of human progress. more was accomplished in the time it took to compose.
fall rises in the system
hot coffee becomes special
essential
we need each other more
to keep warm
the sun rose red
in an ashen sky
my failing was fast food
and an instant
high
i am constituted of methods mistaken for madness by those who believe so strongly in ideas they have fixed to a chain in the backyard. we are not made up of thoughts of us. they can cuss you out to kingdom come. cursing’s what they made of. go and live your life. I am constituted of good will and fire in the belly for a creative compelling outcome, manufacturing something rare of high quality…
hopefully worthwhile.
-kwm. 2018
i keep my rebellion
under lock and key
i sign it out
on tuesdays
by photo id
I wanna be locked in and deliver you the greatest highlights of life, blown out in cursive, bonded by word, trailing our infinite press.
