Return

The Stars are out of reach

I fell far from my high horse

Humility may resurrect me.

Stopping

It’s been a few minutes
Since this ride commenced
I’m starting to think
It won’t end
Until one of two things
Three more years pass
And we all look back
asking what was that
Or nothing lasts another three
As a year is only counted
When this rock spins
Around the sun

Trapped.

Twenty five to go.
Then tomorrow twenty six.
Twenty Seven by next day still.

How will I ever get whole again?

Two Jobs; One Day

I work two jobs
I have one day
The time it seems
To slip away

Late nights come
Early mornings awake
24 hours
Just don’t equate

Dropping the ball
On the things I love
Sometimes you go
When push comes to shove

Decent

Once in a blue moon
You fall down
And keep falling
Until you hit an edge
That you think is the bottom
Only to roll off
And continue your decent

Writing

The words are flowing
Like beer from the tap
Of a dingy bar
Both lead to
An empty heart
And an empty head
At least one
Doesn’t hurt
The liver.

Star

The Grand stands roared
As the Gladiator stopped
Took his final
Labored breath
And succumbed to the poison
Of stardom.