This is new.
Not what it was
a mere year ago.
Subtle change,
or being smashed
face first.
Plastic surgery.
Main vein transplant.
Either way,
it didn’t look like this,
or feel like this.
This
is a new thing.
Strive as I might
to become a new thing
with it,
I bring
an oil slick
of old shit
with me.
Bad taste,
like gas station coffee.
Time to break it off.
Abandon
that old son-of-a-bitch
for what it is.
Can’t let that
jungle on my back
dictate my path.
Raised by apes
to return to civilization.
Fresh air,
after a spring rain,
after a forest fire.
This is new.
Can’t shake it.
Can’t deny it.
Sure as fuck
can’t believe it,
but here it is.
Rising in the east
like a dream,
but I can feel it.
Touch it.
Taste it.
I just have to learn
not to fear it.
Embrace it.
I know
that’s gonna mean
letting go.
But I’m cool with it.
I’m all in.
DJR – 2023
