Flipping and flopping…

dropping like flies and tries

to sustain the lame, tame

while admiring the wild and un-repressed

..to address this need, to be, see…

..always more around bend.

Lend me certainty

bury uncertainty.

Constraints restrain but must

break free.

Flip, flopping, dropping like flies.


Submitted as part of The Gooseberry Garden’s Poetry Picnic Week 17