When it started,
About her hair,
About his car,
The crew had its eyes widened,
Mouth opened, ears sharper than ever.
As the topic veered around,
Verged on alleys, water and turf,
About the deprived development,
Lacking boiling blood and sweat,
Soon
The
Crowd
Disappeared.

there are songs
in the anger
of the waves
upon the rocks
and the tearing
of the wind
through the long grass
in the plotting
of the clouds
gathering low
in the sky
and
in the droplets
whispering
upon the page

Peter Pan Swore



Peter Pan swore we’d never

age if we, just believed, but



everyday the fairytales fade

away like little fallen fireflies,



instead wrinkles and stress

introduce new heartaches...



no time for childishness

whenever time smolders



james kenneth blaylock

6-24-21