that long forgotten road (8/19/2017)
the chaotic goodness in the scent
of freshly burning leaves, the hard
worn scars and sawdust in the veins,
the melted plastic of progress eating
through what’s left of my psyche,
I long for the halcyon days
when my bitterness still controlled me.
By virtue or by vice, the maiden knows….
she knows too well the way the ashes
drown out the sorrow, and I am still but a fool –
left alone because I am her fool, no less.
There is darkness in this light,
a divine entropy in the calmness.
As I walk that road, I become aware
that I’ve stretched three days across thirty years.
Excess is the excuse I refuse
because I’m just that goddamn arrogant.