another cover.

Hanging on,


for some divine instrument.


the darker waters,

surface the substance,


in prescribed soliloquy.


The agent was always the vessel.

Ask myself “Why?”,

but never harbor

any hatred

for the lifetime

of transgressions.


Past the post,

no return.

The “Comeback Kid”

never lived here;

never existed at all.

You were sold

a bill of goods

and I took my cut

in the darkness.


Gravel alley merchant,

spit handshake demeanor.

Get over on you

one more time.

Never the treat of consensus,

we remain

a house divided

and opposed.

Conquering whims

with Dysphasia.



HG – 2020

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