Esse Humana

Thoughts whiz


among radio waves



Silent drummers

more hum than hiss

reminding or distracting?


Shackles broken

freedom won

pause, restart,




Brake the cycle

to break the cycle

of what?


Teary eyes, powerful connections, bright lights,

colors, wheels, motion.


The kernel of us

cultivated communally

creates destiny.


Her skin feels fresh

and her lips moist

as I clutch her hair.


Red hamburger meat and childish desires

of pistols and flowers

push the sweat from my mind.


If only for a moment.

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