I will write today

The clutter leans against me
Lost in a forest of deadlines
Emails pour from a fire hose
We watch the State’s Silver go to mansions

Five o’clock is not freedom
Red lights stack bright white Camaros
My engine melts gray polar ice
Black leaves piled against the trailer

The checkbook is full of air
The wife had her own day, again
Facebook lists our many failures
My coin collection frowns on my stale beer

I write
My world, my rules
I fly, dance, kiss, love
I sing, full throat, all day
With open arms, I win.
I will be the me
I dream to be

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