A Road Miss Stepped. Poem by Michael Gale

As I walk down the street one fine Spring day...
Looking for something, that belongs.

Inbedded, deep inside my long forgotten heart...
Aching feet pumped tiredly dry, by too many miles
mispent a fired and hot.

Violence creeps along my miles spent...
Forever spread thinly about the frozen waste lands.

These wastelands bubble over with soured dis-taste, to mishaps
of this brief squandered world.

This death that misaligns all good intentions..
Only can silent me more.

For more, for more, this midnight chase...
Injects my wasted, inside core.