Driveway Moment Pushups
Facedown in the oily heat of my palace driveway
doing ideas to the drumbeat of a devoted Virginian tarmac
my mental grinder washes and tumbles each thought
as I grunt and strain against the force of gravity’s love
with pattern bubbles and floating schemes rising up
only to pop up against the self-doubt of reasoned objections
then again dive my face to near inspection of black pavement
considering the next flash of inspiration as the royal “One”
that will be the revolution against my habitual hesitation
by releasing the gambler willing to plunge into the fissure
a savage weed gouging out a space to command an audience with the star
surviving in the slimmest space and growing to a king that knows
what a morrow that green idea would catch me if I could merely
stop the watcher whos browbeater calls blackjack on my passions
returning the hustler to propriety and responsible positioning
amidst extended arms that quiver with safely repeated results
of comfort that weighs me down as a consequence to passivity
but promises the next good thing will be the monarch of my mind weeds
so long as the toll is paid by the pavement of yet another endless set
I will continue to hammer against this vertical wall that hides parked dreams
revealing the smallest of cracks as a cradle to my next idea.
#napowrimo
