swaying in
the streets are drunk.

who decided to
build this tree trunk
in the middle of the
parking lots of stuff.

By the time we reached the final act
our dialogues turned to whispers
warmed us the pledge to the silent pact
we would be rehearsing under the stars

dew would damp the players' cloth
all but the two were gone
who were tied by the burning oath
must shape their roles to perfection

owls hooted in the night's shadow
world slept behind shut door
we were numbed to the time's flow
by the sounds of claps encore

one the alien had blood thick green
that only the ****** revealed
when unbeknownst was cut his skin
by the other soon to be killed

that time now ***** to yellowed page
long back fate set him free
my skin is now bold in age
he's evergreen in memory.

His face cracked
Every wrinkle a ravine
A broad smile of marble tombstones
Rolling his sapphire ivory eyes

I'm ninety three
He chuckled...  Ninety three
Yes,  it goes fast son I'll tell you how fast
I've only as many memories as you

You are not done
This is not over
One more round we go

stop the complaining
we get it- you're tired of fighting
but put on your gloves
cause this is round:

ONE

there are books that still need reading

the library
books endlessly checkout able
Holden Caulfield
man, J.D. Salinger
I tip my hat to you, what a ******
impressive novel

books that need their spines broken
for the first time
time spent highlighting pages
pages need turning

so you can move on
to the next chapter of
y o u r
story.

You are not done
This is not over
One more round we go

so now it's round:

TWO

There are still sunsets
that need your approv // al
who else will gaze into an expanse
of the sky and watch
the sun say goodnight to the moon
and moon envelop the light
consuming darkness with stars all lit
across the universe

wishes will call for granting
granted that a shooting star
still must be accompanied by
a wish

make them, remember you've made it past round one.

You are not done
This is not over
One more round we go

because it's round:

THREE

blankly collecting dust
just imagine all the canvases and notebooks
white is not a primary color.

fill in the blanks that need filling
because inside we all know
we're broken
undo the emotional glue and start gluing
piece together a mosaic or something

You are not done
This is not over
One more round we go

heaving breathing
heart is beating
consciousness receding

but just one more
prepare yourself for this is round:

FOUR

there will be words that are yours
words that need speaking and reading
words that spark imaginations
change opinions
or aid in healing

awareness for the beauty in sunsets and sunrises
artistic expression that calls for supplies and
it's ok not to always have everything

someones bound to have an extra pen or paper or something
Like this time impossible is not an option. There are no limitations

I know I've ****** up
I don't have much
no change in my wallet
but I'm sure i can borrow some from the universe or maybe even a stranger
I will not let down or give up

its hard to tally up all the fights
that have been fought
for each moment that WAS
and WAS not

like remember
"this is all we got."

**** It ALL
no- this is not done
no- this is not over
like remember
don't ever think

there is no force in your
punches and throws
you'll be back in the ring
know you'll always be fighting

so.
one more round we go.

The surroundings of home, centers, neighorhood
which I see and where I walk; for years and years.

I have created you in joy and in sorrows:
with so many circumstances, with so many things.

And you have become all feeling, for me.