PASSAGE

Careless about the wind’s direction

I tossed dust in the air

I claimed myself familiar

With the auction

No trick and no snare...

Flat surfaces with no landmarks

As if this is an

Endless tunnel,

Turning back is not an option

Going through Is the only option;

Shallow water is marring my steps

And bats tracking the beats of my veins

My echo is my company

Most times bugging,

But it s me...

I don’t blame the tunnel

Nor accuse my bottle

But it s me...

I am not that lost

For I can still hear the train’s horn

And sirens evacuating rebellions

And scaring the rest !

K-Man

Lamar street, Charlotte