An ankle? My, what a tragic turn of fate–
apparent flaring, perfect for the date.
Amazing! Striking so near the frame,
just when the vibe started feeling plain.

Guess it comes natural–
lying without a try.
Excuses come easy for those playing sly.
Thought we had love; I guess that explains:
meaningless texts stay stuck on the brain.

Crippling commitment–still almost combined.
Try to keep fakers from manipulating my bind.
So stay in your lane; fake love, keep your pride.
I’ll limp away, just letting you slide.

Topics truthful, detached, a couple mentions of pain,
but vibes is what seems to ignite the flame.
A tongue on warm thighs, sultry stares rise;
just like the views, feeling heat in the air.

Passing eyes seeking more? I guess it’s a bore–
more visuals; let’s roll in the hay!
A part of the game, some roles will stay–
quill making loops under hair.

Keep switching lanes; no need for acclaim,
they’re wanting a show– I’m not entertain-
ment.

So, I write to fun not impressment–
no, no, no, no
thoughts in my head, investment
bears.
Still, ink flows, paper trails creating
scenes running from misery.

Solution spilled on the tile
scent strong, clean, but too much by the mile.
Scrubbing dirt on my knees–
nothing too vile.
Just a kid with a rag and a needing: worthwhile

Barging in with a tension,
not trying to fight.
Accusing sin, closing in,
eyes angry and bright.

Forests, trees calm– noises quite loud
Try to keep quiet, just as rehearsed–
invisible, head bowed.

Scream in my face, inches from cursed
try it today–

kids go out and play.

some people need help—
it’s crazy to see.
stalking kids, pedophil’ is
A ******* disease.

Marching on a field of white
lines striping the way.
Piping on my clarinet-
marching band back in the day.

Drilled through the heat - harsh light,
sets perfected by the night.
Playing solo’d make me fly
but together we can cry.

Move as one, hitting dots, our bodies spoke music,
the songs we once knew, now distant and elusive.
Reeds left unopened, my mind's gone acoustic-
echoes remaining from memory once lucid.

Cruising towards a goal I haven't created yet.
Shifting into neutral-
some things time can't forget.

Window cracked open, sensing breezy vibes
mind still racing, feeling trapped in insides.
Pull into gear passing hills of depression-
weight in the car, not feeling progression.

Idle tunes low, not hearing the words,
wishing for peace but I get a slow burn.
View in the rear - regret, roads bypassed,
but I'm finally running from a life without mass.