even grass left walt whitman

Sometimes the words escape me

falling on deaf ears

I am guilty as charged

between the rain drops

sprinkled with magic dust

and star glow

like nailing jelly to a tree

simile and metaphor

leave me

lines dart across a page

both right and wrong

accents and ideas

angel and devil

critics and ex-wife’s

am I just the hairy gorilla

the dancing bear?

can’t speak can’t write

white knuckled and well worn

skydiving through life

catch me as I fall

red ink parachutes

cross examined and exiled

and seldom understood

excuses and ideas

misplaced adverbs catch me

netting me

suspicion lost loves linger

images are frozen

and crooked teeth

turn death on a page

bleeding lines cross

and re-cross

melon headed me

only the wooden box awaits

eternal sleep