Every time
runs away with me,
over and over again,
stuck on repeat.
Holding on is a trap
and letting go is a sin.
I’ve got to get it right.
I’m in a tail spin,
down to the bottom.
There was a price
for all that unearned knowledge.
A little more than just
the Mark of Cain,
or the smell of Sulphur.
The wind came up
off the ocean
and I could smell the decay
from the mountain.
I could cry out,
but I don’t think
you’d hear me.
I’d lie if I thought
there was anything to gain.
I’m not above
cheating to win;
I am my father’s son.
Breaking it down,
before the broken break me.
Needed enough,
just a little more
and I will
push the throttle out
past all my bad intentions.
Let me climb again,
just need momentum
and a warm day.
The bare Sun.
Keep my eyes closed.
I’m aiming straight up,
wonder where I’ll be
when the arrow comes back down?
Time ticks away,
but silently, now.
I might be my own escape;
I’m such a slippery fellow.
The seed is in the grape,
the vine is my dilemma.
Will it be a snake?
or branches of a vintage?
Reaching out
through to what I am.
Out way past where
I have been.
Life is a test flight,
over and over again.
A wild parabola.
Accidents on purpose.
HG – 2019
