Abandoned
on the road of distant sorrow
mile markers bloody from the vagrants
it has claimed
...
Never about the mileage
but about the miles
Always about the moment lived
— escaping time
...
Drowning in my bitterness
and the smallness of reluctance
I refuse again to see
what life has gifted me unclaimed
...
No need to be good
when chasing the great
The moral imperative
deludes and conflates
...
America has lost control
of the Founders rule of law
The criminals are now in charge
as truth has been declawed
...
If we stayed young
and didn't age
would marriage last
to turn the page
...
Under the beat
between the notes
inside the groove
— FUNK
...
Virtuoso
take me home
to a place
I've never been before
...
Hidden from perdition
disguising me again
Final thorn of life's florescence
trapped within her pen
...