...the old, wizened man//Is steadfast in the knees...
On Wandering
Wintry Peace
Stillness benumbs foment//We fear the wintry peace
How I Wish
In a way the way I be helps the world while I'm just me...
Still Looking West
When all my metaphor has been undressed, you'll still find me looking west
Rainy Day Jazz
Good jazz on a rainy day sits deep in my chest like sipping whiskey
Peaces in Tow
Ever anon it goes the ineffectual prose of things you'll never know just living a life in tow
Bottled Fortune
Scribbled, childish writing on the paper more profound than you grew to be
Fine.
So I'll just tell you plainly, the smile is fake. So I'll replace it with a stiff upper lip and braced eyes. I'll be indifferent, if complacent, but faking's not fine.
Ever On the Wing, pt. II
Called to be a soldier-king Called to romanticize everything From childhood on to elder spring From alluvial dreams to supernova after-glowing Called to not know where I stand Called to see beyond the borderland From a racing pulse when I fly unmanned From a gratuitous smile when I crash land Yet here I see all that I am... Continue Reading →
December Rose 