a wizened, weather-beaten old man

-a wizened, weather-beaten old man
goaded me while i thought-
.his secret was stamina (he’s not in the shot).
(an unassailable lead ushered in, uncannily)

.it’s true, my thoughts were dancing in a desultory fashion
i was having a moment of unbridled ambition
and some words flew to my throat in distress
(and those words produced a cry)
a caterwauling, like a pair of bobcats.

.i guess he had a proclivity for this kind of situation
pallor faces and feelings of castration.

mo-rose

.i’ll wait a few minutes until the storm subsides.
.she’s huffing under a heavy load,
siren blared, ambulance arrived outside
-she was morose when she finally got home-
-sh-sh-sh-
she slumped against the cushions
boasting a quiet, laudable gaze
,unflinching face, one i praise (oh one i praise)
.she’s huffing under a heavy load.

and only the gods know how sorry i am
for all i cannot fathom or be
and only the gods know how sorry i am
for all i cannot fathom or be