A wizard, he hovered over the open gas can with…a well lit cigarette.
A ghost from summer’s past…she drove, as though, the heavens were on fire.
Believing destiny can out ride desire.
I cannot shove the madness aside.
It is rock heavy with conceit.
Daily a witness to death defining acts.
I am punch drunk from insanity…
Even true love avoids the facts.
As I walk the only road…I have ever been down…
The one that is elusive… and as of yet, untold.
I watch, as my own inevitability protrudes.
Heading down into uncharted foliage.
So vast there is no looking back…
Life, death, is also avoid-ant of the facts.