Notty Bumbo, 2018
Inexplicably I find myself desiring cake,
An undifferentiated yearning,
Shaped in my mind as a crumbly sweetness,
A synthetic escape from dire times,
As best I can make out.
I remember so many dreams,
In the air and among the clouds,
Flying as many ways as there are birds,
Even this falling from control
A message erupting from my deepest strata.
Maybe I have learned something,
After stumbling these multitudinous roads.
All vectors set in motion by the painter’s hand,
This manner in which I have been tuned,
How can I think only of cake?
If I cannot be Lazarus, then,
Allow me at least the gift of Icarus.
To rise and dare, to let go of the Earth
And with it useless fear.
Trust that mere cake cannot block the way.