instant classics

so much to say in

such a short time,

so much life squashed down

into the head of a pin

&

smashed away as quick

as it came in, left outside

for someone else to find

but so goes the walk of a

person possessed, a person

perplexed & dead set

without rest, without a

fear of death, without the

need for anything less

than a place to be, a place

to eat, a place to stand on

one’s own two feet---

so hard to get in a world of

thieves, so hard to rise

when the hand is on your face,

but it’s the challenge that

makes, it’s the insult that

infuriates, it’s the fist clenched

down beside when you’re

forced one more day to squeeze

out that fake smile &

it all gets thrown up into a

succulent swirl,

because to be able to keep on

throwing fists is to be able to

keep on running with that very

same focus, the thing that makes

you, the thing that takes you

wherever you want to go &

despite whatever the critics

say, despite whatever your

enemies conjure up,

such a mindset is kindling for

a decadent memory, regardless

if you churn out another penny

or become a household name.