I lie on the line between

here and the end of the world,

with the blue-setting sun

on the western horizon.

A “found-words” poem based on James Altucher’s “How to be THE LUCKIEST GUY ON THE PLANET in 4 Easy Steps”:

Coincidences

start to happen, I

start to feel lucky, ideas

start flowing, more

health, more

money, more

luck, more

people are smiling at me.

[Check out “Copyediting Altucher - I Am the Luckiest Girl on the Planet” for the “found-words” full version of Altucher’s original post.]

I hike into the sun

upon the ridge

with dusk reflecting green

upon the spider webs

beyond the ridge

awaits the night

awakes the darkness

I bid adieu

unto the sun

upon the ridge.

I’m a candle in the black

attracting moths, and their wings

and their wings beat hurricanes.

I’ll burn down the house

to battle the dark,

light me up lest the fire go out.

I want to

rip the rug

out from under

me. I’m scared

to fall, but

dream of flying.

Raindrops are falling

like sweat

as they flow down the creek

down my neck.

Running up County Road 623

my feet

bringing my words

back to me.

[From “Beyond Repair and Recognition”]

What’s a “good poem?”

You tell me.

My words are whatever

you need them to be.

[From “Beyond Repair and Recognition”]

Traffic lights

streak streets

of green; artwork moves

like traffic

moving me.

[From “Beyond Repair and Recognition”]

Am I back

somewhere strange

as I see with new eyes

what I

passed by before? Am I home?

Different, but the same;

what if I had remained?

Would I feel out of place

in a world, erased

in memory lives

like I did, like I do

now?

[From “Beyond Repair and Recognition”]

I am all

I pretend to be

maybe, and

maybe

I’m not.

I haven’t decided.

[From “Beyond Repair and Recognition”]