Take flight and join your many wings, go soar with all those birds you housed, and race the Concorde through the clouds; don’t stop ’til you reach heaven.

Take care, I know you always do, you’d tinker ’til the tests ran true, your measured words were tailored too; today mine echo out from you.

Goodnight, and rest as you once knew, although we’ll miss your morning brew, your laugh before the joke was through, we know you’ll be happier up there with the weather, where your silver-pin wings will transform into feathers.

Take care (I know you always do). Take flight; the sky was made for you.

~ for Poppa ~

And now I know what humble is. It’s starting hot but leaving cool, full of shit but now just full, wild at heart but leaving still, tempered by a humble pill –

for once I saw, I mean really saw, and loved the sight still evermore.

It’ll be Winter by the time I even know it’s Spring; the darker days will steal away the light that Summer brings. And in a black reflection, I’ll be thumbing through my things, to find when years felt vast and sheer, and more than casual flings.

If only we’d known it in our youth and held our reign like Kings.

There’s reflection in this construct, and seeing you in them all glossy, warped and out of focus, lowers me into shallow pools of hidden sideways glances, as if to verify that your form ain’t really wavy, like the imitating peering pane that captures and contains me; allowing me the freedom to see but not be seen. This impressionistic window is all that you have ever been.

What mini Gods who all saw fit to redesign the grand design, and tailor nature till it sits in line with how we feel inclined on any given time or day; both in themselves a custom play.

For why is it we tinker? Custom blinkers wrapped about our eyes and ties our hopes to lies and dreams to flies and bites, hook-line-and-sinker;

no better nor wetter than the common carp – the great regretter: “for why a hook about my lip?! I only sought a sightly sip. I regret! I regret! Release and forget, and I’ll swallow up only my natural set.”