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.
Thank you kind kind sir
Mr. Joey Frye
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/628915/the-courage-to-seek/my courage, even my vocabulary, has been crushed by life,
yet I ride one rail of almost normal, a second of
spurned poet poseur extraordinaire.
So when the third rail asked why not me?
I could no longer refuse
for the question answered itself,
at last an ending.
