Flowers stand tall inthis land calledsomewhere, gently flowing, nevertoppled by the wind. Lying on a hill in themidday sun, in a placetoo sweet to forget buttoo difficult to remember,I look hard at myself. The burden of honestyin this place is light asa butterfly, the ceruleansky as inviting asmy mother’s arms. Nothings were something,nowhere was somewhere,the …
Roadkill
Rain splashes down,mingling with tearsand blurring reality.I feel detached, buried beneath theremains of bad decisions.Disorder and distressnow the great clarioncall, I wear wearinesslike a wet cloak. I amsoaked to the core,shaky, weak, and tired. I learn to fly, soaring high above failure, somewhere over the horizon,far from from the stench of broken dreams and pathetic …