

at times I wish I could take back what I said—swiftly
to keep the echoey, resounding effects at bay
unload the impetuous of putting flesh on the bones of
the topsy-turvy emotional baggage
hail from the ever-blurring days gone by
uncensored…
i’m hitting a plateau in disaggregating
what is compounded in my heart
a pang of gnawing thirst
calloused inundation
left me stranded, shambled in an unmendable—deep crevice
for the rest of my life
in the doldrums, i heard those understated words
irresistibly out loud
witness—the unseen dimensions of the true colors
of what made up flesh and blood
rekindle the boundless fire in the belly…
new rhythms (reason) for the new season
spring cleaning my heart and my brain
throw the unglued, the acrimonious, the bigoted, the delusional
the unspeakable, the whatsoever intractable
outta the window
let the errant midnight breeze run its course
i don’t have to edit myself for anyone
nor take a page from so-and-so
i cannot be altercasted into something i’m not
no more shenanigans
no more contestation
no more opacity
no more holding my tongue
no more self-induced suffocation
of being at war with myself
no more catering to the past does not serve the present
am marching to the beat of my own drum
like uncorking a bottle
the door to the raw, inter-galactic carpet is waving—graciously
glitter with a touch of collard green
on the flip side, a sure sign of freedom
engraved with a slice of full-blown eternity
wiggled—
fear not, have at it!
one shot poem by rose 17 January 2023

