"eled" poems
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.
Apr 15, 2014
Apr 15, 2014 at 2:40 AM UTC