103. The Halfway Point (Myshkin, 2020) · free verse

A demigod, half back from half the fun Light shines the shyness Shiva shoved aside The moon now drizzles salty frosted peanuts And rhymes do dance with daily daisies doze. I burp and blare the bleary blurted blowhard And fire tongues wake up the weary-eyed. I’m coming back from somewhere close to hea-des For daily dues and crunchy creature crates. I make no sense to one who wrote this sentence Which I is I, the poet asks unanswered The brain comes in, it eases past the windows And follows cherries churning down the chain The words are nothing, nowhere moons don’t whisper The beaut-e-xplodes and everything is chill It is her due, the don’ts don’t damn the dying Duress and stress, be gone. The day is dear.