If I catch you coming back my way
I’m gonna serve it to you
―John Anthony White
She pinned a tail to my behind
as if I were a donkey
somehow tied a string to my underbelly
and away she sent me sailing
With each tug & pull
[and adding more line]
I became less & less vulnerable
relaying signals
that no Seven Nation Army
could ever hold us back
june two thousand twenty-two
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caught on thin ice
i suddenly became lost
like a runaway kite
my cheeks busting
eyes leery yet fearless
of the insane cracks
daring my bladed soles
to never stop flying
july two thousand twelve
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the flight of the single line kite
dressed in fire engine red
with hawk like eyes
is somewhat controlled
by slow tugs
and sharp yanks
tactfully waiting
for a cyclonic burst
to blast it toward the enemy
rearing its cunning sharp blade
may two thousand twelve
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