This Is the Day

 

This Is The Day

 

The microwave sends micro waves toward me

That reverberate and stick a stake in my shaking spinal cord

My plate of fate states I am too late

Tears leak to speak an outspoken mind

Of kind put behind closed doors

I soar and I fall

Down, down, down, down

Until I reach the wood floor with a metal core and no more

Creating a sore on my tibia

I may be a fighter 

But my fight takes flight by kite day and night 

And the wind picks up

It picks up trash from a dirty past of castes and social injustice

It spins in a vortex of A’s, B’s, C’s and Y’s

Why’s and eyes that are wise beyond their years

And guys that fear fear itself like Frank

Frankly, I am a fighter

But that plate of fate scares me

The microwave haunts my creamy dreams and rips seems sewn seamlessly

I am a fighter that falls and crawls for hours

Searching for glass glasses with a bridge and two bows

To fit on my nose, I suppose, like prose fits on pages covered in dust

The glasses must

Fit like hands fit on a clock

Boats by a dock

And grandmas that rock

In chairs of wood that should, I suppose, keep them safe

Back and forth

Back and forth 

Back and forth

Forthwith we undertake our God-given undertakings

Taking what we need and what we don’t need

To succeed, to secede from creed, greed, speed

I am a fighter who puts out fires with desires that burn just as much

Such that I am an inferno of reds and oranges and blues

Who knew not to mix themselves together because you get purple

Purple doesn’t put fires out

People do

People do

People do

So I update my fate that the plate served me

I erase the faces and places that embraced me then let go too soon

Soon I will fight the biggest battle yet

Go, set, ready I will countdown at the crack of dawn

On a green lawn where the sun splashes onto my cheekbones 

Where the grass hones in on worms and germs and confirms

This is the day I fight

Ever green evergreens grin because they suspect they know who’ll win

When the silly, shiny sun hides that evening

And the leaves believe in the little girl who is deceived but achieved great things

I will wear a suit of gold, be bold, and scold my enemies

I will wear a shield of silver and deliver 

I will wear a helmet of bronze against my cons and to be honest

I will surrender when it’s my time to be the innocent mime of silence

Silence

Silence

Silence

 

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