The things you could never say
arranged in flowing verse and rhyme,
interpretation is up to the reader,
but your feelings out, prevent crime.

Release the demons
on to the page,
ink their blood
on center stage.

Give them life
inside of verse,
bottled up inside,
they are far worse.

Cathartic feelings,
with stroke of pen,
The poem's lines,
contain all of them.

Blackbirds fly
from the pie,
just like thoughts
flee the mind.

Sometimes they stray
like Bo Peep's sheep,
lost along the way.

Residing inside
the life you give,
glass houses shatter
if hard words thrown,
love is work to maintain,
I am a carpenter of words.

Texas border, El Paso,
I-10 and a ways to go,
just stopped and filled the tank,
grabbed some food and a drink.

Should be good for a while,
need to make three hundred miles,
next stop, where the grass turns green,
somewhere the other side of Abeline.

Adding 10 to my trip,
taking the left-hand split,
where the interstates divide,
from ten to twenty I take in stride.

Reach down and crank the radio,
the next exit is for Cisco,
quick pit stop, cashier with a frown,
let's head on to ol' cow town.

Passing through onto big D,
Dodging traffic hoping to be free,
as the drives begins to wear
First Monday, Canton, just up there.

As prairie lands give way to trees
and big cities are behind me,
Lindale and Tyler's exits
not far now to make a Texit.

Getting close now Shreveport bound,
there a hotel so I can lay down,
Ranging Texas far and wide
made it across I smile with pride.

Relationships end,
hearts must mend,
times needle and thread,
or another's bed.