Tearing through the sky
of my intention
Flying toward the birth
of my choice
Begging the gods for one chance
to proclaim
Chasing the tail end
of my voice
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)
Last Poison Dart
Do you seek protection
from being alive
A turtle in its shell,
a bee in its hive
Do you lust for new armor
to cover your heart
To shield truth inflicted,
—life’s last poison dart
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)