I've read a lot of broken words
Wounded beyond repair...
Windows became crafted
with indelible pain...
Freedom
to become...
I found the street in daylight,
walked on its moss-throttled flagstone...
I tiptoe across the glass,
Watching where I step...
Our beloved land
of green and gold...
I saw a moon not quite
as full as you...
Pretending the sun is shining
does not stop the rain from falling...
2014
Melancholy is for those of us who know that...
Every man has his own song
his own book...
Travel the back roads of America,
find yourself on a two-lane highway...
Mind totally set.
Loaded, barrel spun, mouth wide...