from the verse,
no boundaries, no scenes.
No need to rhyme or remind you;
I can take my sweet time
while you read between the lines of words.
Birds. They fly sometimes,
That was a comparison.
Anything and everything designed, so
forget it. I’m done.
That was deep. Don’t you agree?
No? Why not?
I’m so free,
like a leaf, or many leaves.
Soon, nothing left to read
as I take deep breaths and breathe.
Nowhere to go.
I’ll flow with zen and
absolve myself of all literary sin.
Why am I rhyming again?
I mean it this time.
Alex Acuff has an Associates in Arts from GTCC and is currently pursuing a BA in English from UNCG. He writes mostly plays and poetry. Some of his plays have been performed in South Africa, Australia, Costa Rica, as well as the United States. (www.offthewallplays.com) He also enjoys playing basketball and video games.