Poetry · Writing

I become Leeroy

Making sure this is it-

using both hands

eyes on the road and the golden flow.


I’ll destroy everything.

It’s who I am, but not this.

Walkin’ out of the light to hide my shadow

keepin’ my head up and out of the gallows.


The light of the header

the back of the net like Neymar

but there won’t be a cheer. Maybe not out loud.

A screaming internal battle cry

and I become Leeroy.

Just my name in hand

baby it’s all me it’s all I got-

and she’ll see the shadow,

and walk it in.

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