Bottle Rocket
How could something so small
and rather unassuming
reach beyond the stars
in only a matter of seconds?
It’s only a mystery
to those who’ve never been shaken
and forced to hold it all in.
Contours of the thing
At times it’s like this
Under a sterile lamp
dressed by a shower of points.
I share a few moving words
while you keep still.
Never shy to ink or permanence
when we’ve shared something longer.
Crossroads
Amongst the sour trees
and filthy streets
the people celebrate
for the sake of it.
I would join them
if I knew how.
Instead, I pretend
to know why.