
Red Right Return
· poetry
My origin do I yearn The place from which I set out on my journey Long ago I follow the...

My origin do I yearn The place from which I set out on my journey Long ago I follow the...
I was wary of left field Watching the periphery Planning for the random and ironic My senses weren’t quite attuned...
The wind blew her hair wildly like a fiery blaze A strand of hair fell across her face like a...
Then the stars align Light-years between it all collapse to here and now Burning their true essence, suns of anarchy...
Sometimes you are the winner of discontent Incomplete with long pauses of ill ease Slow heartbeats of melancholic systole Then...