Blue, white, sun!
Clouds—so close—I can touch them!
so bright—The clouds—are white as clouds.
And the sky—so high—I can fly!
And the air,
so crisp
is mine!
Thank God it rained!
My nose is new.
I've got to write poetry while my mind is still clear—
no flowers or sentiments and nothing too "nice"
just the hard scribbled words of life chasing life
Live Words that die like shooting stars
ScreameD across a page
For your sake and my sake and theirs
I write today so that today I will remember today
A day so bright I have to say “Ha!”
A day so brave I have to play
loud music loud
And scream
from the bottom of my gut
and
sprint
with the racing of my blood
and
danCe
with every shoe in my soul
I don't want
to write a poem!
I want to throw brightly dipped paintbrushes as hard as I can
at a wall with no name and shout "Ha!" with each throw.
"Ha!" "Ha!" "Ha!"
I want to name it.
I want to walk up to the wall and touch it while the paint is still wet.
I want to turn around one with it, smile at you knowingly and say, "Ha!"
Because I know who I am.
I dance.
I paint.
I Ha!