It is nestled deep inside the fertile Shenandoah Valley. There is a river that runs amok like a rabid, winded wildcat in the shadows of temptation. And then there’s a back-country woman that just won’t leave my hesitated mind. Taking time to worry all about her, risking heartache to forever go without her— it seems like such an unfair penance, like the result of prison’s popular undeserved sentences. Getting by without a proper windshield, it’s starting to look as if my drummer really is too far off the mark. Wishes to again cross that princess on that old and dusty road. In the end it’s a crime that, quite simply, has no motive. And I’m paying my sentence daily for being a prince—and not the most handsome toad in the land.
From, "The Transitive Nightfall Of Diamonds" - available at Amazon, BarnesandNoble, iUniverse and Google ebooks - @badboypoet