I’m not a poet, she said
I can’t say pretty things, like that, she said.
I smiled at her, because she just had.

My inside-city is beautiful in its moonlight
And towers majestically in the noon sun
I wander its maze wearing a grin.

I am a large man, in shape and presence
I am a good man, in emotion and deed
I am a man, and knowing this grounds me.

My war hammer taps my leg as I walk
Aching to be used, now that it’s out.
I pat it fondly, my rage and anger.

I have found patience, in my heart.
I have found solace, in my city.
I have found myself, within myself.

My wings flex and stretch, yearning for flight
Achievement has always made me feel good
I fall off the cliff, laughing like a madman.

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Bass
So thick it makes your sternum vibrate
I drift through memory, opening this book again
Infatuation from madness
Re-affirmation of faith through construction
Casting roles in my life.

Bah
I wave my hand, as if in dismissal
I feel so much more adult
Growing up I’ve done
Goals in mind that clutch at my brain
And someone who wants me solidly.

Smile
I am me, with or without her
Yet we’re more than her and I when
we smile from our eyes
Crystalline, infinite, cavernous
Someone has eyes like mine.

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