Tyrants scream

for submission

Maidens plead

for mercy.

I hear

and will bend

my own knee

without warrant.

March

March

March on.

Will meet in the front

and I’ll be there.

March for the truth

that you found

in our future.

And I’ll be there.

March

March

March.

I don’t regret knowing you

I regret how I left things.

reach out

open your mouth

phone call away

never on silent.

 

Loneliness

 

will take your voice

your hand

your keys

and you.

 

Don’t forget me

us

in the temporary swarm of darkness

I’ll still be here.

I might not know everything

what I want is never the exception.

The train will stall

smoke erupts

but it’ll get there.

I’ll always prefer Cherries

and I’ll be the Mango

and be by the trees

waiting to fall.

I can see

what’s wrong with everything

and everyone

yet offer no solutions.

Watching from afar

taking a ball point and scrape

across your foreheads

‘F’.

Be better

do better

but on your own I’ll say.

Time to find the answers

to find the truth

I’ll always find

the failure.

It’s my favorite sound

the ‘tink’ of two glasses

cheering in the New Year.

The ‘tink’ of a third

echo of a rim shot

a block away.

I hear it in my dreams

when it’s another’s

nightmare.

Following the blind

and encouraging

the lost

to tighten your helmet

one notch tighter.

Seductive sharpened touch

on cold unreceptive skin.

The hounds holler

with each increasing step.

He walked with less vigor

each second

threatened a dramatic run down.

He carried a piece of me

with no timely future.

Eyes fixated

the hounds echo

their brothers join

and I’ll wait.

The crown of the night

is the touch of your fingers.

The shapeless faces

saw the face on an angel.

The redden ears

raised on a succulent alto.

I felt the grace of your

attention

across thee chilling cheek.