I am getting stronger
with every passing year
a kick pedal, transient
smashing their eardrums
so hard they can’t not
hear me grow
with every passing year
I slingshot through the badlands,
the rockies, and slide down
the cascades,
a renegade hunk of change
night sky rests its
crying sobbing eye stars
and the spaces between
on the horizon’s shoulder
I am evolving
in ways nothing could understand
I understand more
with every passing year
I cascade down the motorway
in my renegade hunk of metal
wheels yelping
with every passing gear shift
my rubber soul struggles
to grip the pavement
I am the sole owner
of myself, I realized this
when I was very little
and now on this year
I yearn to practice what I pray for;
to not give a damn
about what the other things think
and it’s much easier
with every passing hour late
spent on porches, in seats, in airplanes
in movement, and now this only makes sense
to me, and that’s the point.
