The Poet, Inhabiting Tay Tay’s Ophelia

I knew what I was, not what I would be;
A tragedy for most, a hit song for thee.
Your anthem, keen on my downward spiral;
Let’s keep it one hundred, since we’ve gone viral.
And if you'd never come for me, then how
Could I suck honey from your musical vows?

When I Am Old, pt. 2



When I am old, let’s make a deal:

I’ll not presume tell you what music is "real”.

I won't attempt to yuck up your yum,
By dismissing your tastes as "bubble gum"

For I see what moves me can also move you;
To be open-minded is the least I can do.

The Poet, Inhabiting Hozier's "Too Sweet"

"How I live, baby? You don't understand,
How much goes into being this much man.
Call me Finch Hatton, flying free in my time.
Mention don't click? Amazon Prime.
It ain't about you, it's all about me.
Be a good girl, wait, then, maybe, we'll see."

Fish and Feathers

Captive fish swung in the boat's net, gasping in the sun;
Longing to return below, to move and dream as one.
Then came a toll of vengeful thunder;
Light and heat, the world rent asunder.
Skyward, they mused, ‘Oh, to have feathers’;
But none were needed, souls ascending together.

When I Am Old, pt. 1

When I am old,
These pledges will I strive to hold:
No "Can you believe...?" to start a conversation,
Nor "There oughta be a law" as its termination;
Nor "You and I are going to have a talk".
Words that beget
A temperamental reset;
From such phrases will I endeavor to balk.