Suppressed, I yearn still
Perfected a cheesecake too!
Cooled on window sill
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Let It Not Be
The chosen ones made idols.
Statues of gold and genies right below the present, True and Living God.
Stay far from gold.
Whatever you should decide to arrive in, let it not be gold.
Too oft does gold stimulate hungry pupils readied with greedy hearts waiting to make of you a statue and symbol of meaning in their eyes.
A symbol of something foreboding. Coated completely in matte armor.
Turning shiny in the sunlight
Then back to its lusterless base.
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Fall Is…
Fall is a lanky hipster.
A lanky hipster with a Brooks seat on his bike and a fedora on his head.
A fedora on his head and an infinity scarf draped over a perfectly creased American Apparel collared shirt.
An American Apparel collared shirt not currently found on Amazon.
An original. Cared for and with pride.
Fall is that same hipster, gliding down the street made up of only bike lanes
Grateful for the social distance.
I melt right down to sticky glaze thinking those sweet cherubs had to be consoled of me. Seeing those faces in the yearbooks past, I wonder if I’ve done my job well enough.
Old friends I’ve tormented tell me it made them stronger — made the smiles afterward longer lasting.
Over the years, these dear little snots got softer around their edges.
Posters reading “you are beautiful” and “it gets better” went up.
The board said it warmed some certain groups of students.
“Which ones?” I spat.
“Well, all of them,” they declared. Setting up undue refuge from me.
As in wartime, the sour times do not simply cancel out the daydreams. On the contrary!
They’re complementary.
I alone embedded memories in them with the tools of emotion. Pathos my only lesson plan.
My methods remain tried and true!
Those little suckers pained and stretched and waxed greater.
The biting complements the saccharine.
My old friends, they tell me, “Everything in my life comes back to my times with you. What I wouldn’t give to taste the daze again –– sour, sweet, then gone.”
Monday May 11, 2020
Pearson Pivot 