It’s bonsai seedlings planted during your lifetime, see
it’s words written for a treaty
it’s mike-drops before your cabinet,
a plan to get through to Congress
my legacy is in words,
tattooed onto my wrists, black words upon my white flesh
it’s fighting endlessly
for publishers go-ahead to the printing press
it’s waking up early & writing morning pages,
I guess
drink a cup of tea
then maybe write a few sentences
I write for the sunrise,
I wait for the next mental plot surprise
& I, only 29, write my own poems,
you can’t write mine
M.B.B.
7/8/2020
Note: some lines are inspired by the musical Hamiltion.
