Muse_Of_Orpheus

From childhood

we're taught the difference 

between heroes

and villains.

But maybe it 

just depends

on who's telling the story.

here i am,

foolishly trying to describe

the feeling of sitting up

high in an oak

and writing poetry.

here i am,

watching the sunset

above long green grass

and typing into an ugly

I am a poet. I take the words and I turn them on their heads until the juice runs out. It is red and sweet, like strawberries. I sit cross-legged on lilypads, watching meaning watercolor itself onto the pond. I rust like clockwork in the rain.

I think I will ask God

“Why?”

for the rest of my life.

And never,

Will I ever come to understand it.
 

Even if God Himself ,

came to me to tell me the reason.

Never have I ever 

Ridden a horse 

Fallen in love 

Flown on clouds 

Worn dresses of silk 

Met elves 

lights flash / bodies bend / like the minds behind the bathroom stalls / polished tile instead of varnished gym floor / soles (souls) unfit for dancing attempt to replicate that short they stumbled upon last night / dial of pressure cranked to red