Void a void

The stalwart walking chalk outline, a bone-white sillage swirling behind, in a dramatic paisley murmur of aloof pursuit; his barely throbbing corsage sheds its wet petals for a burgandy- pasted path of disenchantment; my steps slow in the crimson sludge, as I desperately grasp at the beckoning cloud; chasing Plutonic perfection, what I was meantContinue reading “Void a void”

Wordless

he turned the corner, a slow maudlin gait what is he thinking, a sick father’s fate his head low hanging, collecting his thought perhaps he’s tricking, this large morbid lot always the teaser, his typical ploys surely the answer, we’re gullible toys burning subsides with, new hesitant hope he steps within reach, wordless I copeContinue reading “Wordless”

Rolling hills and butterflies

He plods along his head hung low, his past and future he drags in tow And dreams as hope then slowly dies, of rolling hills and butterflies With a steady gait, this fool of time, just plods along life’s hellish climb And left alone he bears his wait, he bares his soul, and bears hisContinue reading “Rolling hills and butterflies”