I perch my thoughts
on that flimsy
twisting figure,
bourdered by identical twins
...
Though
storms of time
yield shreds of broken dreams,
and discarded sons, in its wake
...
Fare thee well
Oo ghosts of the dark of times,
retreat back
into shadows of once upon a time,
...
This arms this body bears
are not its own,
the handshakes are forged,
neither is this step style
...
We gladly embrace it
and cover ourselfs with smiles
then twist the twist
and twist a spring into our step
...
If bridges would be of grief
and the loneliness the fuel
that drives a man to build,
If a bank exists
...
Let the years melt
into glimpses of gold-
speckles embedded in my memories,
let the struggles
...
Pull the shades
and lock the door after you,
leave him now
let the goon cry his heart out
...
It's where we escape from
the fear
that smothers the senses
Where we see the opening
...