The Evening
· poetry
Through rough patches and scrapes To hear sneers, jeers, and japes We press on As traffic knots its way through...
Through rough patches and scrapes To hear sneers, jeers, and japes We press on As traffic knots its way through...
I can’t seem to change I try and I write about it But it’s the same over and over and...
The crows fly with their own reasons While we numbly watch the passing seasons It hurts less like a kick...

I’m just living for a good story to tell Opening doors, mending a fence Settling scores of places and debts...

Live oaks endure Torrents soak the earth Some rain must fall If we are to be sure Cicada throb...

Look at it Just look at it all A train wreck manglement I’d like to speak to a manager Yes,...