Poetry · Writing

v1 passion v2

dream chasing;

not to be confused by having-

the purity of the air

is the difference between the chase,

the stamp of this art,

the corner carved on this medium

to last, to make a tiny smile – last.

the closer to the earth

the field is littered with bodies

looking for a scrap of metal

the same metal

ambition of bones

stealing a penny from lenny

never for the many

just to save a twenty

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s