New Edition

Artist’s anguish
Chips and sandwich
Shiny prize
Thoughts realized.

Focus fallow,
Irreverent, callow.
Wants seem shallow,
Obvious and dated.

What you once hated,
Now collides you.
Quick abides you.
Is it foolish?

Or maybe ghoulish
To feast on carcass?
Leftover darkness
Holds little black.

Another track is truer.
You thought you knew her,
But she held back.
So follow forward.

If then, it’s your word
Against old versions,
Friendship perversions
Can now be shed.

The will’s been read.
She gets the dishes.
Those unkept wishes
Come with me now.

Maybe I can, somehow,
Bring to fruition
From what once was.
This new Edition.


11/24/20​