Poetry · Writing

light kombat

she asked if

i was blinded by the lights;

two k set up in a alley

behind a Wendy

are they, too bright’

when the scripture hit the pen

humanity paused-

those lights

those lights filled a stadium three times the earth

a field for gods to play finger football

& were too puny to even place a bet

so no, thee-

these lights were made for mortals

mortal pain mortal gain

all in the ring

mortal kombat

Poetry · Writing

playoff game

we lost.

we were barely playing,

showed up late

cussed each other out

finished strong

too not show up when it mattered most;

it’s not all you

i know the ball could have been better

not perfect, just better

we were never perfect

just humans

showing up each game

playing for our lives