headland

periphery

I will live bravely

the life I want

will not be found

between the walls

or compartments

of a salary

it is shining out there

where

the horizon meets the ocean

at the edge

of my headland

and in the corners

of imagination

I will not be defined

by what bulls, bears

and bossy men say

when they think they

know better

than me

I do not believe

the lies

of politics

office or otherwise

I will let them laugh at me

moving

into the periphery

they cannot understand

the depths of how

I think beyond, around

and through

a needle

piercing

their mundanity

Kestrel

I lived in addiction

on the brink

clawed myself back

to a safe haircut

and admin

until

I lost myself

like

ocean weed in the sea?

somewhere

in the

midst of

competing priorities

some days

it’s a grey fog

oh come on

it’s just a

job, job, job

Oh, I was soaring over

the headland once

a kestrel

redgold edged

against blue

now I’m

smashing against

the wrong side of right

searching for

whatthefuck knows who

 

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