Serpent weeds

of my aged

memories
clogging,
invading,

cracking through
the  walls of
my soul.

looking into
the mirror
and seeing

myself in

the veil of
what is half true
and half
false.

dreams
no longer
recognized
make strange
bed fellows
in the
night.

leap of faith
falling
dead to
mother
earth.

m n m's
spewing
from a poor
boys back
pockets.


a beggars banquet

to all
who gather
to see
me  on

my knees

gathering

there.


yellows first

then greens

then browns.


a lesson well

learned from when

I was a child.



when death

was just a

five letter word.


to laugh at

in the night.