And she fell,
into ice-cold water.
Her legs kicked,
gasping for air
that once suffocated her.

She didn't scream,
reached her hand out,
not for light, but to bid goodbye.

She looked around,
to realize the dark
she had walked into.

Fate laughed,
as she closed her eyes.
Oh, what an irony,
she couldn't swim.

For the last in life
Born in waiting lines
Standing in lines
Dying in lines

A song began from love
Soundtrack of the forgotten
No time to see
No time to stand still

Life is stress
The clocks called us yesterday
Today phones are screaming
Rush as a code

Their minds heavy with lead
Their eyelids weighed down
And children roam the land
Hating their fathers

So generations die
To become secrets
For the last in life
Born in waiting lines

That Look
you just gave me
ruined me.
I am
In ruins.
Shredded.
Decimated.
That look
just cut me
to shreds, to ribbons and I’m
in bits and pieces.
Broken
by
just
one
   look.

If I am everyone and everything
And everything and everyone is me
Why do I feel so ******* lonely?

A nostalgic grandfather headed to Macon
Newlyweds off to a Pensacola vacation
Paying his bills in Palmetto
A trash can on its side in Chattahoochee-
Hills , the remnants of a still on Bear -
Creek , the crackle of naked trees , the
smell of collards and pinto beans , the
plea of beagles , the chatter of the elderly
and the feeble , the music of falling acorns and peppermills ,
the water wheel , the articulation , trill -
and forte of blackbirds circling a newfound
millet meal ..
Wind racked clapboard
Thundering tin
The dread of 'bama thunderheads ,
a coyote sentry in a river bottom bed ..