the drive (original, with commentary)
That day, as I recall, seemed so accursedly longer than most…
That day, as I recall, seemed so accursedly longer than most…
Somber are the tones of the porch-chime…
The path through fatherhood may look like a ball of knotted yarn…
When I was Icarus on a banana-seat Schwinn…
Life is an esplanade…
They don’t look the same, taste the same or smell the same…completely, unanimously, inarguably different…
Love is insatiably selfish…
So were the halves of one homeless man…
He sighed, “Unwelcome, yes, but I had to come…To beg of you your private shoulder…”
Hope has no mark missed more markedly…
Perhaps tomorrow. Or in my fifties. Maybe when I’m one-hundred-and-twelve…
I have a mind to sling it, in the most physically awkward and ridiculously violent way…
Give in? They say don’t. And I won’t…
…it’s okay for my heart to have a few irreconcilable differences with my mind…
To decipher the whispering hieroglyphs hung…
True heartache is a restless, hissingly dangerous snake…
The Wind, Her meaning was not to grieve, nor to sorrow with me then…