“Ode To Malakai”


You awaken from naps with the urgency of life;
your freshly wakened eyes
reflect instinct

You are a new soul – in the way that old souls bear scars
You are a new soul – in the way that old souls
have more questions than curiosity

Fickle as a mischievous god;
you are born of the top turnbuckle
you are wasabi
you are the magnifying glass that burns me for fun

Laughing without any restraint
Running like no one can catch you

you have a relative mastery of the language
over your conscience – which has learned only two words: “Do it!”

Most kill time by letting it starve
You kill time with a rusty chainsaw and a bottle of Sriracha

You are a tidal wave
You are a shotgun
You are awake
I can sleep!
You awaken, and I can sleep!

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