losing our grip on purpose

By Bryan Myers

there aren’t many people waiting on what I have to say

and the further I am away from everyone the better it is for me (and them)

I can listen to the piano concertos of a previous era

when I wasn’t even a thought in my great grandmother’s brain

I could’ve been anything other than what I am today

but maybe destiny is like a rocking chair

that fades into the sunlight

and returns

with the first

light of

day

but I’ll be gone

and I won’t leave much

behind

maybe a few pigeons

searching for an internet password

or

a guitar

out of tune

and

cheap

maybe they’ll say I was afraid

or

maybe they won’t say anything at all

maybe they won’t recognize the poet in me

or

maybe they will scoff at my verboten truths—that I

am

just like

them, so that’s why

I ran

into the wind like Freddy Mercury or Forrest Gump or Tom Cruise or Benny and the Jets

or

Kermit the Frog or Jasper and the White Winged Willies of second-nature, time to take a break,

as I write these poems into the moon

Mozart yawns

and I fart my time away like Vonnegut on his deathbed, smoking a cigarette and blowing a

gigantic circle that’s like reminiscing with the walls, life is

only as good as you let it be.

 

Bryan William Myers traveled to 12 countries in 2019. He’s self-published 15 books. He’s been published in various lit mags, including BULLSHIT Lit, The Hooghly Review, Wine Cellar Press, Punk Monk Magazine, Versification, Storgy, WriteNow Lit, and Whirlwind Magazine. His first chapbook of poems, Empty Beer Cans: Quarantine Poems from Da Nang, Vietnam, was released in May 2022 by Alien Buddha Press. His second chapbook entitled Traveling the World (at the End of the World) was published in the 2024 Summer Micro-Chap Series by Ghost City Press.