LOST DAYS

"Don't even have time to shit sometimes,"
she said
and I wasn't sure
if she was kidding.
So many lost words.

You must take more
than just for granted.
Your must make your time
your own.
Which ones are the waisted seconds?
Which years have you blown?
How many stories
have you outgrown?

If you start out pretty
that's half the battle
for your soul.
And the world is painted
a smooth, clear blue
when it thinks of you.
And the spaces between learning
are the times of being lazy
and loving.

Skies upon skies
of emptied hope
singing like black doves:
a higher note
from a deeper throat.
Victory from above.