Leap
Entirely over...
Life is a guitarist
who has never owned a guitar...
a chair arms
the fatigued man...
A revolving door of ghosts
morphing into new members...
When first faced with my own mortality,
I had little fear...
There is sorrow in
knowing the best...
These weeks are often forgettable.
The wind howls in the distance...
I walk with a limp I never knew I had,
cheeks peppered with rosemary and...
thoughts stand behind forts,
so tall that they forgot what a...
Wistful symphony echoes
o'er silver tears and...
The lamest of ducks
can inflict a nasty wound...
Your face burns, in stillness,
outside my winter lane...