The Leo in me roars loudly at times
riotous mane proudly draped from my neck.
I possess a fool’s notion of brilliance
and I can swim the dicey current without hooked letters dragging me under.
A grandiose future held ridiculously close
where all that is needed is the switch to stay flipped.
Humble this side is not, but it comes to reap soon after.
My words don’t dance across the screen,
Do not turn your head to see how far ahead you are
keep running until the gun shot.
The ends of the wires sparking as the currents run red and hot,
No programming, no map, no plan
Just the words
as they climb the ladder
and jump down the slide
to the pool below.
A hurricane’s carnage is roused from inside
with debris and broken thoughts speared through walls
They all can’t get out even though they try.
When it hits
all you can do is go