Wings
Location
I found the half of the moon behind a street lamp in Wisconsin
In the midst of an old industrial town
And
I couldn’t help but ask
How?
How’d you get here...?
You of Brooklyn’s trenches
Oh fish out of water
Tell me how you’ve squirmed through Sharks Jaws
Tell me of the wind that is caught under you fins.
What propels you through troubled waters?
Which gasoline caught in your gills drives you to southern Florida
Broken like branches
Separated like sides
Winged like the cardinal of the north
Sing me the song which birds sing when trapped in cages
When neutered of a voice
When silenced like bullets
When punctured like lungs
Tell me
Of breath
Of beaches
Show me
Oh native of struggle
Show me the smoke signals trapped beneath your vocal chords
Because I bet that you plead to gods with
Your fingers crossed
Like you had more confidence in your inhibition
You’re dark like knees of prayer
Dark
Like your need for prayer
Because somehow you’ve managed to find yourself
In the east side
Of downtown Milwaukee
Finding extraterrestrial
Abiotic forms
Behind inanimate objects
As if there wasn’t enough life on earth for you to be concerned with
As if there wasn’t a girl in North Miami
Swallowing hurricanes because she’s scared to hear herself cry and
You’ve been the only one able enough to hush the storm
But you’re too busy trying to show her how much she’s inspires you.
You’re too busy trying to show her
That in the midst of losing her hair
And dropping a few pounds you still find the need to tell her
That she is sexy.
You find the need to tell he that you’re love for her exist like symbiotic life forms
Like you couldn’t survive without knowing that somewhere in the world
She’s looking at the moon
The same one in downtown Milwaukee
As in North Miami
As Central Brooklyn
Knowing with no evidence that you exist somewhere
For her
So vie taking this moment to find the moon in pieces
Behind an attempted illumination on a Wisconsin night
To remind myself that vie made it here with Love.