Waterforest

This is falldom!

A fortuity year in youth,

Bringing down a career of hope.

Looking forward to days of disregard

Shifting friends to forget the good life

Chasing dreams you never thought existed.

 

 

This is super falldom,

A forum for life’s intricate overhaul

Of patterns of ambitions betrothed through time

Of nights of prospecting unknown mind diversions

Of projected advancements in existence

Fabricated from countless social awareness

And hour long essays of excellence written about history

Time makes sense

When there are no special birthdays to observe.

Shedding off a coat of star-lessness.

 

 

 

This is super falldom

Vitality facing its prime dread

The spotlight flashing fast away

The hand of history scrawling furiously the downfall

Of Gera, my superfall.

What life moves this fast to super falldom?

 

-wf 2009

I know this street
I walked this street,
When they still called it broccoli

By any measure
I felt the strain of its fiber
Riot as night terrors
Whispering to insomniacs
All the years it took old broccoli to break
When shadows hawked along its walk
Creating a community of silhouettes
That replaced each other
In swaying guard,
Day and night

I know this street
I walked this street
When they still called it Broccoli

- wf 2008 -