With filial minds focused
more on defending this attempted elopement
from life; rather than
embanking swelling well of tears
wheels of stretcher rolled in synch
with my swinging swaggering
alibis on tough marital wicket
Of possibilities born in the ghetto
of guilt; at least one,
could have led me
away from this valley
ricocheting soliloquies
a defense san frigidity of arguments
judge, jury or jest of situation
My resolve my dreams my desire
to finally take the road
every Johnny took;
from fornication to flowering
writhe and fade
within this debris of thought
I call poetry! !
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