was a bit left or
turned behind a past chasing his future. a new pair of kicks this life of sin
an inability to smile much. a new pair of Diesels, a vest from Eddie Bauer, a
fisherman’s hat. a new life a new beginning while pleading for sanity. a
begging inside, a bit towards courage, asking in a low voice.
witnessed us
dying, never said much, never registered much. kids are screaming. mothers are
defensive. fathers are running.
minds barricaded,
men sensing phantoms, wizards selling tiger skin. emeralds in glasses, get eyes
clear, it takes more to survive. such remote parking lots, burning loudness,
friends fist fighting. many call us crazy. many want in. most are sullen/silent
on new enterprises. a bit baffled, eating existence, slow to forfeit.
“slow motion, Soldier.”
“real life, Warrior.” many will suffer those actions.
was smitten with
her. demonstrated in feelings. lucky to have touched with her.
a bit distracted
lately, more concentrated lately, more distant from emotion lately. it might
suffocate, a man must cleanse, more famous observations—believed as losing,
left at the pier, with passion stirring in seas. too much to adore her, too
little to love her, so damaged we get along well. a pack of thieves, a world of
gems, never knew he would pass—crossed- over a bit crosswise into metal made
crosses. ate a new story. felt it tenderly. held my tongue. addicted to light,
living darkness, a man was a contradiction. blinded early. hungry early. we
never see what a thought is churning.
