flail

I didn’t want the rust to gather

to oxidize 

dry 

and devour me.

I didn’t want the sun too bright 

or the nights too dark

Too hot…

too cold…

too long now, too old.

I didn’t want help

Or to be alone

I am,

of my own right,

standing

But frail,

I fall

yet remain

Un atoned. 

TROUBLED SEA

That’s a cold wind blow off that ocean some nights

So sharp

Tear your skin with icy shards

Rippling in the wind like some shred sail

So strong

Your back snaps

Some mast that failed

Gouging the bulkhead

sending a cripple

listing mightily

o’er a troubled sea

into a darkness

to crash on them rocks

so cold and jagged

they fray your soul

gut your heart

spill your blood

back to the waters

that’s right

some nights

that’s just what it can be

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