Way of Origami

I fold

fold paper in

fold into myself

fold my hand

a Royal Flush

folded from me

when I fold into myself

I create these things

and imbue meaning

into them 

through

my writing 

and you believe this

because you finished

reading me

Property of Doctor Yes

A white boat made of wood,

wood refined into something they call paper.

It sits on a wooden river

colored a rich caramel

with a white background.

It has no sail

so isn’t permitted movement

Why is it there?

Because it allowed me to write this

A Game of Sudoku

They speak wrong numbers

a syntax line,

an error column,

a diagnostic fault of reality

warring over my way of thought

moving through my straw head

of full entry and brain matter,

whispers of shape with no end.

Like the quiet, you want nothing

because something is missing.

I Am Content

I eat when hungry,

I drink when thirsty,

I sleep when tired.

What more could I want?

That’s how I know 

I’m trapped.

Mount Olympus

And then boom

a drywall with holes from butterflies

and a leaf with ostrich eggs

the skeleton lay

an ant caught in his joint

looking at Life

her heavenly skin

a green away from him

he explodes into ash

is reborn

a rose bush

with no

thorns

Gionni Valentin is currently is his UD2 year at St. Benedict’s Prep in Newark, NJ.