for Joel*


been Fryed
exposed white bones crisped
secrets out
all my life tempted to
"ride the third rail of madness"

to find my peace

but all rails paralleled,
run and ran,
mine had no terminus final

so I tried a tighter, ever growing smaller
circle electric

merging two failing arcs
became

a single dot

and that Is why even my
Punctuation Free Poems
end thusly.