Northern Sun

April 25, 2014 1:48 A.M.

It was such a rare chance to stare at a sleeping ferry from the boulevard

My palm froze its luck trails to that bottle of beer I perfected grip to

The first word I keyed in says, “lights!”

The next lines emptied the yellow surface of that downloaded app

The imagery exploded like headlines!

I’ve got to write

Like a hummingbird’s wings writing its message in the air

I wonder if it beats hundred times a minute

I wish I could write as fast as the flapping

To silence the wild throbbing in my chest

Nothing could hold the thoughts back

The more I held them the more wraths they wreak into my blood streams

The headlines imposed detailed prose

I wonder if my guard could still be lifted after nineteen months of carrying the steel

The area it gravely covered was where God let something right grow

I wonder if it’s even right

When it looks like icicles licked throughout the season

Like pouring hot water while basking in a scorching summer sun

My north sun; will you ever kiss the southern horizon, when it bleeds for your sloppy wet kiss?

I guess, rarely!