Disparate

in thoughts parlayed at dawn’s window, thumb in pocket
could be me but I don’t ache chronic of a six foot leap
nor my guts beat hardened of lye, steady lunch of life
nor beset of Camels affection, struck early of an older age
sure-bound to be bound alone in pine
and gone at sixty Nine.

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Unrooted

I am a renegade,
apostate, a mad man
bound free to frolic midst the roses
marigolds and lilies,
tho smote of thee,
I dance by devil’s Fury.
              

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Terminal

I am given to perpetuity

ever faithful

ever nowhere Bound

      ~ ~ ~

Once

once done,
then undone
alas,
thou comes,
apart from Me.

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