The Orange Sky of Brooklyn

Sometimes the flow

Is easier

Or more clear

At least

It feels a little more

Like a hampster

Than a wretched beast

Feast on these times

When flow comes barreling in

In from the high sky

The noon hour

Or the late night

Capture and release

No hold

Please give back

Whatever it is you are leased

I have a quick smile on these


When work feels more like play

I remembered the feeling

The feeling of rampant creativity

From the lows of procrastination

Stagnations now creates re-inflation

For the seed of creativity is not gone

It has hid for long

But Brooklyn

Lit with smoke high

I have found my breathe again

Amidst an organe sky