Poetry · Writing

The Boy Wonder

Bringing peace

t-shirts and wristbands it’s a move since 02.

That’s when we met-

cold nights and warm cherries

found them towards the bottom,

bottoms up nothing but up bottoms up.


Miles high and we chatting on the walkie

and we walkin’ and talkin’

catchin’ our footing walking the rope

the boy wonder

and hunting bats.


Fallin’ off;-


don’t remember the hole in floor

the bottomless pit and weightless shoes


the deafening colorless silence.

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