Dedicated to Joel Kemp Sr. 1961 – 2011. He was not blind, but a poet. This was his favorite of my pieces. Rest in peace dad. You wrote one hell of a story…
Do not tell me
what the world is like;
for the times
are more beautiful
in the darkness.
No sights of the stuck-up;
I walk chin high
in 1990’s fashion.
No hesitations
or preconceptions –
I eat, drink, and touch
on living lips.
No rushing
the ride –
counting steps
in every breath…