strange to be out doors
middle day.
placate now -
who is this verse for any how?
I’ve got a finite feeling
if the birds would just sing.
a raise of spirits,
fleeting but resonate.
on the move;
my feet fit back in the groove.
this trail is worn.
a failure to warn.
I’m having a day.
Category: Home
carry glass
inward the wayward heart
beat skips that carry
reverberate the broken spark
with sound astonishment
ignite the homeward arc
like a bomb tipped cherry
rekindle the stalled start
with blood-warm lament
alive in dead of dark
wounded & weary
overstep the glass shards
with renewed embodiment
Stand By Me
#standbyme this movie. buddy holly. ben e. king. stephen king. river and kiefer. the writer as hero. friends of our youth. a dead body. castle rock. barf-a-rama on the wrong side of the tracks. leeches. train dodges and hometown blues. this movie. a movie about loss #filmsky
lost position
Beauty satiates
with viral fakes
As promises of late
escape while in transition
Regular relapses await
and presence abates
As caution elates
against fast submission
Withering songbird makes
Its last song relate
to tunes against hate
As love loses its position