by Darren C. Demaree
A DAMAGED THINKER #16
Like every man who has seen fire
erupt from a metal casing, I believe
limits are the exotic animals
of this world. We know them
because we mourned their passing
slightly, before we swung, unloved
by the expired limitations, the color
of feather we can now only paint,
like we must create, again, a life
from the intended view of modern
memory, the fire that finds us,
our face, after it takes our legs
that was an animal, too, a live one.
A DAMAGED THINKER #17
Rage to rage, I
age to age, I
to stage, shred-
ding the page
to page of time.
A DAMAGED THINKER #18
I am pedestal(ed),
that does not mean
I am inclined to be
a statue forever.
I got blown up once
in the danger
of my own thoughts,
I am waiting, here
because the action
here, still comes to me
& I am fucking ready.