Words
On an empty page
The last refuge
For the crooked mind
Of a vagabond
Saint.

Lights
Cluster
On the stained railing,
Leading to a
Heaven that was
Never
There.

Praise
Be to the wind
Of furious righteousness
And inflated
Ego of a thousand
Still
Seas.

Can
It be
That we are all
Brothers twisting the
Knife,
Cajoling one another
To
Death?

I
Can't
Stand
It
Any
More.

Be
Lost in
Thought,
In life,
Till life
Leaves
You.